Poetry Contest Entry
Artist - Helen Frankenthaler
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Love's Real Face
~By Hal Horn(On behalf of a friend)
Why do I feel this enduring pain?
How am I suppose to live when my heart is slain?
The tighter the parents grip,
the more I can feel my heart rip.
Isn't love a wonderful thing,
or is it that parents can make it scream.I feel like I am terribly alone,
when all I wanted was a real home.
Yet I am too young,
and my song is not allowed to be sung.
I wish I could tell them all I want to say,
but I have to face it, I can't find a reasonable way.Love feels like a slap to the face,
and now to my parents, I feel like a disgrace.
My life is no longer mine.
My parents can have it, they have the time.Without my heart I am already dead,
and you can have what's left of my head.
I don't want it if my heart isn't free.
They way I want, or should be.
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