She believes love to be an empty word with no filling.
Like a glass with no liquid, a room with no furniture or like a body with no life.
Childhood took what love she had and left her with anger and hatred.
It left her with a desire to survive and maybe a chance to flourish in a world that she has made fake.
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A great poem really like it. May i invite you to read my new poem called, The corrupt.
i really like this poem.