Love. Such an overused word. Such a word that should mean everything. Yet means nothing to some. For, even though some use this word, they lie. They will twist the way of the meaning. One cannot truly love then forgot about their love and go to another. It will always linger. If it was true. The love will stay deep within. It'll come back up, bubbling to the surface. Then eventually simmer back down. Yet, it's still sat at the bottom of the pot. Ready to spring up at moments notice. For if it were true, for it will never leave.
For it were a lie, for it never was. For one, two, three, many will be hurt. Keep your meaning straight. Do not play origins of words. Do not mix them into your own self satisfaction. Leave it as is. Learn it. Teach it. Share it. Become it. Do not use a word without meaning. Mean it. Be careful however, for if you love and have lost the love. For the next love, be sure it is true. Be sure the love isn't crawling back to the love before. Keep it on here. On now. Tame it. Control it. But yet, do not twist it.
(Sorry for any misspelled words and typos. As well as grammar. Comment your thoughts)
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Short "poems" by me
PoésieThis'll just be some short things I've wrote. Many will cover multiple emotions and situations for people. These are written by me, please do not steal anything from these.
