Love, meant to be the most beautiful thing
Something people are meant to look for
A quest for many, a drought for some
They say hate is torn from the passing of love,
Love is born with the losing of hate.
Both strong, both destructive.
Love and hate, the same as good and bad
One of the most powerful words known
Yet such different meanings
But when met in the middle,
Your path has been chosen
The good and the bad,
Has forever been the equivalent to Love
No matter which path you have chosen
Your outcome will always be love
Whether you get one side, or the other
The good or the bad,
Finding the middle will always be easier
Then finding one
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Poems <3
Short StorySome practice writing/poems I think would be cool to share with you all! It will definitely help me be a better writer for future projects!
