living is a strange thing
there are so many possibilities
to love, to hate,
to start, to end,
to meet and
never say goodbye
but we still keep walking around
thinking of other perspectives
or
just don't find one anymore
living is strange,
because we always choose,
although there is no necessity
to decide
it's strange
that something so simple
distracts so many of us
YOU ARE READING
poems.
Poetrybest rank: #29 in #myyouth #35 in #feminism #61 in #selflove #68 in #thoughts #30 in #poetry ~explain what love means to you. •if I could explain my definition of love, I wouldn't ever have to write a poem again•
