Maybe all we are,
is in love with the concept of love.
So we want to love,
to say that we love.
I tried so hard to love you,
because I wanted to love,
but all I realized,
was that I don't love you,
and I'm only in love
with love.
//d.f.
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Voices
PoetryVoices in my head, that need to be heard. Voices in my head, roam free, like a bird. *Book of poems written by myself.*
