Love is an art. Created by complications and desire. The tools that make them are sweet words and breathless beauty. The color full paint is the hugs and kisses. The things you mess up are the fights. But like art, you can only feel the truth if you make it. So simple. So fragile. But so beautiful.
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PoetryNot all thoughts are mine. I put down quotes I like too. But a lot of the writing is mine.
