Love.
The two edged sword.
It will cut your wounds away.
It will turn your sounds to joy.
Love
It blinds the eye.
It opens the eye.
Love.
The greatest weapon.
Love.
The sharpest arrow.
But the aftermath of love is what I fear.
The painful reminders
The familiarity.
And the fear.
That nothing will ever be the same again.
Because even if forever and ever becomes the promise,
Forever and ever can be a few seconds.
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PoetryIn my head, there are a million things I'd wish I could say. A million things I realize. But the courage I have not birthed to say them aloud. Just a girl who feels too much, sees too much, hears to much and an obsession of curiosity. In a world w...
