it was love.
but, it wasn't the blue sky, sunny day love.
it wasn't the kind of love that warms the hearts of the hopeless romantics.
it wasn't a happy every after kind of love.
it was a reckless love. a destructive love. one that destroyed everything in its path.
it was careless and painful, and in the end, almost nothing remained.
but, it was love.
and that was enough.
[ via thisvastlove on tumblr ]
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poetry.
PoetryThis book is dedicated to those who enjoy reading poetry as much as i do; enjoy! [ i do not take credit for the poems that are not mine ]
