Posted in Poetry

Where’s all the love at?

Posted on by Roy Eastham

Isn’t it sad that when I write words of pain
You nod your head and remember a time when you felt the same
Yet if I write words of love, peace and happiness
You scrunch your face and think I’m insane
Isn’t it sad that pain is universal
Yet where is all the love at?

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