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Don't say I didn't tell you,
That love is a bitter pill.
This wooden chair bears me witness,
This pregnant plantain tree
that bows like a bow,
That rushing emotions will give birth to
still-born promises.

That wooing pleasantry
Will metamorphose from the larvae of time
Into winged demons and woeful curses;
That hate is love with a harsher venom.

Don't say I didn't tell you.
This kite infested sky bear me witness,
that love is a child's clothing
And we always outgrow the sleeves.

Don't say I didn't tell you,
That emotional investment
is like castles with pillars of salts and sand,
And when the wind comes it blows it away.

Don't say I didn't tell you
That love is a corridor to look back
to many regrets,
That yours forever will leave for another.
Smell the roses, when it blooms,
But don't say I didn't tell you,
That she's not yours, but just your turn!

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This is a different look at love
well written,your wording was well thought out and the title had me curious as to what the poem was about
good work


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