Enjoy.
People say that all you need to be happy is money.
Money buys food.
Money buys Wifi.
Money buys a Netflix subscription.
Money buys an iPhone.
Money buys anything you can imagine.
But money can't buy love,
At least not true love.
True love comes free.
From walks in the park,
To sleeping under the stars,
To picnics on the beach,
And long rides in cars.
True love comes in smiles,
In hugs,
In kisses.
It comes in tears,
In the bad days,
But still, it stays.
True love isn't bought,
It isn't sold,
It isn't stolen.
True love just happens.
It's only you who decides if your heart gets broken.
Thoughts?----->
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Poetry
PoetryMy semi-decent, mediocre poetry that you'll either enjoy or laugh at how much it sucks. Enjoy.
