An undefinable, little thing kept getting big,
With their voracious selves came closer
They spent decades to find "the thing",
Ignoring the casual hinder.
Like it was some sort of war,
Yet it all ended up by pairs
Like it was some sort of undefinable,
Yet it was so definable to someone else.
But once things all passed,
For it's the closure they get
I knew this closure is pretty amiable,
But... this may not be just closure, right?
For something undefinable and now I conclude,
And now I can finally elude others' delude
An undefinable, little thing kept getting big and on the hunt-
And it is now what we called love.
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Ups and Downs: Short Poems ✔
PoetryBook 1 of the "Short Poems" series. This book contains all the poems that I wrote over the past years. (100 SHORT POEMS AVAILABLE) (BEST IN BLACK BACKGROUND) (COMPLETED) - - - Copyright © 2019 by Pawerr14 All Rights Reserved
