Love is deep,
Mysterious and sweet.
Scars of the past,
are to real to last.
pain is only part of love,
but I hide in a building like a small black dove.
This pain inside is far too real,
so instead I'll take this small peice of steel,
I mean what I say,
but it is still true today.
This is sad but still true.
So I'm in my room still missing you!
Hali Curtis
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/emo-love/
