Poetry.

in #poetry7 years ago

Love is something. I mean,who can really explain what it truly means? Ill try my best to however explain how i see it...in a poem!
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The feeling,
of not knowing if you're dreaming,
of smiling at evrything and at nothing,
of sinking,
and at times self-destructing,
of wishing,
that he/she will come a running,
of sometimes bridges burning,
lyrics churning,
of faults bluffing,
and endless talking.
The feeling of seeing,
what only your eyes are seeing,
of dealing with dreams only your thoughts can imagine,
of floating in the air while you're still on ground,
Of feeling the feeling only you feels every season and believing that the feeling is the best part of your morning.
That is love.!
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