Love is like devils pulling you down by your ankles as you try to scratch and claw your way out. Love is like having to go through hell and back everyday. Love is like knowing a secret you know you can't tell anyone because your friend told you they'd kill you if you did. Love is not pretty red roses and lovely smelling candles. Love is not cozy blankets and comfy places. Love is blown out candles from the cold wind. Love is dead roses left behind by the damn frost bitten winter nights. Love is giving up your cozy blanket and sleeping by yourself. Love is not to be taken for granted. Love is not something to be sad or mad about. Love doesn't seem worth it. But it is?
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Love is Like
PoetryL-O-V-E. A four letter word that means so much more than any of us think it means. A word that is worth space and everything within it.
