What is love?
Is it a warm feeling inside?
Perhaps an animalistic instinct
Or a passion for another person,
A reason to be alive,
The only thing that keeps you away from the pills,
Even the sentiment two friends with benefits give.
So, what is it?
Lust?
Passion?
Warmth?
No, it is none of that.
Not even close.
Its pain in its sweetest form.
(6.3.2018)
YOU ARE READING
100 Poems for Those I Love, Loved, and Want to Love
Poesía"Dont ask me how it feels I can tell you dont care Letters like a knife It never feels fair Stars in the sky Trying to get that high Realizing that That loving is a lie." Welcome to my little book of poetry.
