When will I learn I don't have to grow into love's skin
That if they are love
I will already be there and in return they will be in my veins and we will be a working body
The body does get sick
It slows down and becomes heavy
But Not unbearable
When the body becomes unbearable is how you soon it will end
Love is a body that never dies
Just gets sick here and there
Don't grow into love's skin
Don't stress that because you can't fill them don't think that makes you broken
Because the one difference between the body and love
Is that
When unbearable love is over
You live.
Don't grow into love's skin
~stay creepy
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Poetrystrange thoughts is my struggle, my strife, the bad, but also a reminder that there is good, that things truly get better.
