In my opinion I think being "in love" is a disease,
An unremorseful virus that enters your body
And shuts down all common sense
In your body.
Your senses become somewhat hazy as if not knowing they're function.
The ear tries to see, your mouth tries to hear And your hands try to smell.
Everything seems to malfunction
But you're convinced all is well.
And the person you're in love with is merely just the carrier,
Wishing you fall deeper and deeper and set them free.
Free of slavery, blindness, of being in love.
Free of this Goat forsaken disease.
And often enough they fall,
Almost cracking their heads open from jumping off the 27th floor.
Though it feels sore,
They return to that same spot lookin for more.
Stupidity is when you repeat the same thing and expect different results.
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The Love Chronicles
RomanceA sixteen year old takes the idea of love, shakes it and turns it upside down as she tries to understand the workings of it. Does she believe it in? Does it exist? does she like it? In attempt to understand her feelings towards love
