I'm only a teen.
A different type.
With pretty brown eyes glistening with hope of a prettier painted picture.
I look at love like a sister.
So far, I've only loved twice in my 15 years of life .
Him. He's the one of my present time . The relationship we have is sort of like life .
The irony.
Things are so unexpected of.
He may not be around forever and that's okay.
My young mind is already very keen.
Yet there are aspects of life as well of the world that are yet unseen.
I'm still in love with my former love. Which I can and cannot believe .
Unknowing of what the future will bring..
Just pondering my mind , could what I have now be the real thing?
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The Fate of Love
PoesiaIn this book, you'll find poems. These poems show my personal journey through the aspect of life called love. Many things included may be what anyone whose known love has experienced. I put this together to inspire others. This is not the end thoug...
