But you see
Love isn't something that can be earned
It's not something that can be learned
It's given
Without condition
It has no rhyme or reason it's true
And it terrifies me that love begins with you.
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Results of a Restless Mind
PoesíaA book of poems created by a sleepless mind and an open heart "I'm sorry that my heartbeat is louder than my thoughts." Completed 11/8/20
