Damaging Love
Last night I dreamed
A sweet dream of you
I awoke to find nothing as it seems
And to realize all my dreams were untrue
Love lies
It hurts,
It dies,
It bursts
It disappears
When you need it most
Love is a thing I fear
More than any ghost
From it I will flee
And hide away from the pain
Because your love will only damage me
Over and over, again and again
- Joeann L. Hunter
� 2002 JoAnn Kornatowski
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