Love is happy, love is sad,
Love could cure someone who's mad.
Love could be smooth, everything in motion,
Or love could change abruptly, like the current of the ocean.
Love is something beautiful that you don't inherit,
It's a precious aspect worth no merit.
But love could be painful, something that not everyone sees,
It could turn into hate, manipulation, or just plain greed.
The type of love is determined through one's true manner,
But it's not easy to detect, it's not written on a banner.
So love is love, and pain is pain, basically it's just a feeling we all gain.
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Poems from an atelophobic
PoetryWarning: These poems may or may not be triggering. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This is a book with random poems, but it's not complete ( ˘ω˘ )
