I think to love is to deny yourself the right to love.
To love is to know your lover only thinks of them when you're around.
Almost like to compare.
Telling themselves that you are an option,
You never should be, that you never were.
Who gave you the right to love me,
To the extent YOU think is fair.
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Lost, Found, And Chosen.
PoetryThis is a poetry book, it talks about lovers, it talks about everyday situations, it talks about love and the pain accompanied by it; It can break your heart or build it. Take the time to understand this poetry book and its effortless simplicity and...
