Image:  We Heart It

Image: We Heart It

LOVE

Love has always

ben an illusive

Thing

Never there when

she needed it…

wanted it…

desired…

It chased her when

she least expected it…

Blindsided her over

and over

Never to be real…

True…

That facade…

that mask of the

real thing always

teasing…

Just out of reach

Only to bring her

Deceit…

Heartache…

with every visit

Toying with her life

and

Creating a consummate

cynic where Love was

concerned

Always hoping…

yet…

Never expecting…

Love

© 2013 Annie Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie

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