With love lost I move forward and look back.
I shed no tears as my heart is crushed and healed.
This last love is the last and the first.
It is my death and rebirth as I am born anew
cursed to suffer once more.
Then from my ashes I rise again like a phoenix.
Love is a cycle.
Painful.
Then lovely.
Then horrid again.
That is love.
That is life.
*Not this is not an original poem by me. A friend of mine wanted me to post this. So if you hate it go easy, he's new to writing.
