What is this love everyone's talking about.
This thing that they say that makes us feel weird things.
Like butterflies in our stomachs and making our hearts beat faster.
I've never felt this before.
I don't think I ever will.
Love wasn't made for broken people
People who are lonely
People who want it to all end
Love wasn't meant for us right?
That's what we were told
That's what we were taught
So that's what we believe
We don't want to be this way
But what can we do
We want to cry out for help so badly
But we have to keep it in
Hide away the pain
And be as fake as possible
So the world won't know our pain
So what is love you ask
I can't tell you myself
Because I don't know
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Our Kind Of Words
Puisi"Not everyone speaks through normal words, that's why poetry was made". No one knows our struggles, people think we're fine but deep down inside we know that it's nothing but lies. We use our kind of words to show you what we go through. But it's up...
