Entry posted April 19, 2014 @ 08:04 AM PST

Unearthed yet another poem I made in my younger days, when hormones are all the rage.

For the life of me, I cannot remember for whom this poem is for.

Love is for the youth
and for those blind with faith.

Faith, like any other romantic notion,
hides under the guise of truth.

The irony of it all is that there is no truth,
only what you choose to believe.

Those scorned and tainted
by the bitter truth
have no use of romantic notions
like faith and love.

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