I don't know what love is.
I don't know how it feels like.
I don't know how it looks like.
I don't know how it tastes like.
I don't know if I've even felt it before, or if I'll ever know the feeling.
All I know is, if you ask me right now. What i think love is like?
I would write your name.
But still, I'll never be sure.
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Drops of Poetry
PoetryDrops of Poetry It's raining outside my window Just like my emotions inside me The taste of the salty rain and sorrow Every problem falls on me like rain I catch it with my hand Turning it to rhymes and names I'm soaking wet from wher...
