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"There are three things, after all, that a poem must reach: the eye, the ear, and what we may call the heart or the mind. It is most important of all to reach the heart of the reader." -- Robert Frost
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The Price of Love
By: Kahlia Roberts
One drop,
Then two,
I felt them come,
Help me, help me,
I’m so numb.
A door,
A window,
Somewhere of mine,
Alone and safe,
To spend my time.
Some good,
Some bad,
What is this here,
That I once loved,
And now I fear?
I sob,
I cry,
For I am lost,
Without a trace,
I pay the cost.
To love,
To hate,
I want the first,
Even if,
It is the cursed.
