Why am I in love without knowing knowing a thing about love?
Instead of having butterflies in my stomach, they fly up to heart when she smiles at me.
When I miss her I feel helpless and empty. Just waiting for the hours to go by.
Songs about wanting to telling the person in your heart your feelings, suddenly became about her.
But is it really love when my sadness comes flooding back the moment she leaves?
What is really love?
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The Never Ending Story of Complaints
PoetryIt's definitely not poetry but just my life put into words.
