What is love?
A pest? a fly that flee?
Or a dove?
That will come back after you set it free?
Love is what?
A lust, selfishness, or sorrow?
Is it a cat?
Where a mouse can't escape cause there's no window?
I'm not a mouse
Nor rat, nor a dog, nor a puss
But I live on a house
On a web without a noose.
A smart butterfly
Who calls a honey bee
Can I live or die?
Cause this love is bugging me.
I'm not supposed
To understand what is love
A monkey knows
I think that's what I don't have.
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PuisiThis is a compilation of thoughts I have created and grown over my younger youth. A bucket full of randomized downfalls flowing with a young innocent and reckless love. Interpreting life as a fabled fantasy slowly forming paths of footprints in the...
