I asked my friend a question the other day. Honestly? She had the simple, perfect answer to an extremely complex question. What is love? Is it this complicated idea that one person and another have touched each other's souls through some spiritual, emotional way? Is it the combination of natural chemicals that trick the mind into feeling a false emotional... sense, that harbors the feeling of love? Is it this strange, unexplainable... feeling, that you just... get? Or is it simply just this thing your figurative heart configures? My friend had the perfect answer to a question that I will forever ponder about. What is love? Her answer, was so simple. Yet it made so much sense. Love is... love.
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Poems
PoetryI love writing poetry... it's a release, ya know? So I decided to write this. It's a collection of poems I wrote. Read if you want *whispers "please read this" quietly*. Uh yeah. Thanks. C O P Y R I G H T E D Thank you 😁
