Love is a thing that doesn't exist for some people. Love can leave a blissful memory that no one can steal yet it can be forgotten, but it can sometimes, leave a pain that no one can heal. Love is a pain but also a blessing when you find the right one that will stay by yourself until the last breath. It's like a sad love song whose lyrics are hard to understand when you are happy but when you're sad is when you truly understand it's meaning.
Love is a certain feeling, a blessing yet a curse in disguise.
What is love for you?
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Eunoia • Book Two
Poetry𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐁𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐈. • • • • • ❝ 𝑹𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓, 𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 ❞ • • • • • Book Two of Eunoia (Beautiful Thinking). A book with words dipped in the emotions of a young soul. • • • • • ❝ 𝑭𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐...
