love doesn't exist?
doesn't love exist?
how can it be,
when i fall in love every day
with people and places and experiences
and smells and tastes and touches and views and sounds
and music and art and paintings and books and games and movies and series
and, nature.
when i look at the sea,
i know love.
when i compliment someone,
i do it with love.
when i make someone smile,
there's love there.
love love love love. you know love,
look more carefully and closely
and you'll see it.
it's there, beside you.
slowly trying to reach you
without you noticing.
(ah, mischievous little thing.)
YOU ARE READING
clouds that are ghosts
Şiirthey were reading this book about a character struggling with posting their songs on soundcloud, and how another character who was in love with poetry motivated them, and in the rush of a moment, they decided to post their poems on wattpad ©2021...
