How do you know if it's love? My mom answers, "If it hurts you." Confused and shattered. Is in it the other way around? It shouldn't be pain, but comfort and care? She fixes the strands of my hair. "If love is all about comfort and care, then it's a shallow type of love, this world is a harsh place that even love can't mend it."
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She Hates The Other Flower
PoetryFlowers born differently. Invaded by thorns, close to wither. Can't feel the pain, indication of too much weather.
