Perfect in theory.
Flawed in logic.
Is it still a valid thing?
To love someone.
To be loved.
To hate and also care.
Passion fueled by rage or adoration.
By both.
Is it possible for two things so burning, demanding, to exist in one definite being?
YOU ARE READING
We Write for Fear of Silence
Poetry{My soul put into words. Writing is how I put myself back together again. Writing is how I love.} **all poems are mine** HIGHEST RANKING: #30 IN POETRY & #1 IN TEEN POETRY
