Love used to flow from you
like rain in the amazon,
Abundant
Now your scorn scorches
the plains of my heart
like a drought in the desert
How am I still addicted
to the taste of your love
if I am scorched more
often than Loved?
For love should outweigh
scorn
But for me, that is but an
impossible dream.
© Aryan Mootheeram
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Grade 10
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