Loving was never suppose to hurt
It was suppose to be wonderful,
it was suppose to be magical
I didn't knew I loved you until it
ached and rattled me to the core
Sometimes it's not the butterlies that
tell you you're inlove but the pain
Loving isn't just wonderful and happy,
it has its downside too
Loving was cruel, loving didn't make sense
Love needs to reason for it to be true
Loving you had flaws and difficulties, yet amidst the chaos of our story, I found a home for my soul—the other and only half of me, a place where home existed, knowing at last what comfort and peace truly means.
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Poems: Thoughts & words left unsaid
PoesíaCompilation of the poems I've wrote over the years.
