Chilling Truth

This is another poem kind of like The Beautiful Nightmare.

As I woke up from this nightmare, the woman that's helped me wake up tells me the hardest thing I can take. She tells me I was never in love it was just puppy love. As I think hard enough about it, she was right. Before I didn't want to believe it but it came at me like a speeding bullet that it was the truth. The cold truth of how I felt, Puppy Love.


                                                                             -Natalye Victoria Diaz

                                                                                     January 3, 2012

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