I could never understand how love truly works.You could ask me and I could tell you everything love is not.Love isn't telling someone their imperfect because they tried their best.Love isn't yelling and hitting someone.Love isn't buying a person's heart.Love isn't saying "I'm sorry".Love isn't this warm,cuddly feeling it's set out to be.I know who I love and how I love said person but yet I can't describe it.Why?Is my heart too full of hate?Too many people love and hate all for the wrong reasons.Do I do the same?My love is never shared equally.I see both sides of a fairytale.The princess longs for a prince to come and save her,while the prince truly wants a poor maiden who lives in the town.But the prince and princess live happily ever after?You ask all the time why do I love you?I could never truly answer.I try,but the words never sound right.I ask you to understand me when I can't even understand myself.I feel this connection,to say the least,that'll never be lost.
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The Words Of A Poet
PoetryGroup of poems combined together...not much to it,other than you'll have to read it for yourself. **Will be edited all the time**
