Moths are instinctively drawn to light
They are genetically hardwired to go to it
And yet, there are times when they reach it
And it kills them
Upon seeing, the other moths do not hesitate
They continue to proceed to the light
And they each fall
One by one
Because no amount of experience or knowledge
Can stop the moth from doing
What it is supposed to do
That's kind of like what love is
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Beautiful Enough To Frame
PoetryTwo years in the making. Two years of my life put into words. There is nothing more left to say.
