I'm not sure what love is but to me this is it
it's like the seasons, they slowly creep up on you
like trying to fight when you know you can't win
or swimming when you can't and you slowly start to drown
and in the end only two things really happen
ether you are forever introtwin with eachother
like the vines on a vinyard
or you end up being nothing more than a
broken shell of what used to be you
this is what love is to me
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Pomes
PoetryBy: NKM This is not a story these are pomes or whatever you want to call it do not copy
