Love.
Love is...
What is love?
I don't understand.
What does it mean?
How am I supposed to feel?
But I ask-
And you say it just is.
You try to explain
But it doesn't make sense.
Am I broken?
How can I not understand
Something
That you describe as
"just is".
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts
ПоэзияMy thoughts tend to form like poems, so I figured I'd share them- part of me hoping they make sense to more than just myself.
