love is a strange concept of reality,
it's a game often resulting to tragedy,
but when the game is played right,
and the players who are loving don't fight,
that's when you know it's really there,
it's as if they show they really care
they're the ones who have your back
the ones who will hold your heart not one crack,
they break your windows and crush your walls
the ones who will never ignore any of your calls,
they're the ones who hold you steady
who ask if you wanna go and "are you ready?"
YOU ARE READING
Excerpts From A Book I Will Never Write; The Life
ПоэзияI think the title says it all at this point. I have started so many stories and I do not think I will finish them. So I decided this would do the trick. Any excerpts i find i will write, along with my feelings and all of that.
