Love,
It is such a confusing game we mortals play.
One day we love someone,
The next day we love someone new.
We are fickle,
Yes we are.
We don't really love if we are not constant to one person.
It selfish to think we can have everything we want.
No one can ever have anything they want,
Because there will always be that one thing we cannot have.
It could be someone we love.
That someone could love another.
Or that someone could love you and another person.
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Threads of Words
PoetryThese poems are simply my emotions. Most of these poems are fictionalized while some are loosely based upon my own experiences. I never thought that I would express my feelings and aspirations with anyone but myself. I surprised myself when I starte...
