You told me love is not a scale,
It cannot be given a number,
It cannot be predicted,
It cannot be planned.
You told me it happens suddenly,
You wake up one morning
and suddenly,
you are in love.
The next morning, I woke up,
I rolled over into you,
I grabbed your arm,
I looked into your eyes,
I fell deeply into you,
and suddenly,
I am in love.
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Bare Bones
PoetryA collection of poems following a personal tale of heartbreak and healing. A note about the layout: Part 1: crave is the beginning. The inner workings of my relationship. The struggle we had with love. Part 2: ache is the breakup. All of the p...
