I like food. It's what keeps me alive.
Or is it oxygen?
What is it that keeps us alive?
Well, I refuse to say it's Love.
Love cannot be my salvation nor will it be my destroyer either.
Love is overrated; it isn't all others say it is. Love can also be underrated or misunderstood.
Love the creator: it has the power to disarm and destruct.
Why is love given such power?
Why is it so easy to give in?
Why is it so hard to fall out for some, yet so easy to forget for others?
Love scars you. Scares you. Makes you. Breaks you.
Yet we all love to love.
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Just Another Yesterday
Poetry¡!Warning!¡ This book consists of thoughts, raw feelings and inevitable truths. This book may cause you to relate. So proceed with caution because it may ignite hidden emotions! ~completed~
