Don't tell me it's love,
When you hate Titanic
Don't tell me it's love,
When you can't express your feeling when with me
Don't tell me it's love,
When losing me doesn't terrify you
Don't tell me it's love,
When you can't wake up 3 am to make sure I'm alright
Because when 'love' fades away,
It's the little things that make love exist within us
These memories are released repeatedly because unlike a play, it's not scripted out, rather we're acting based on our feelings and only if that was ever real would this last
Oh, how terrified I'll be if I found out that this was all just a poorly scripted play.
-Kassey.
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ETHEREAL
PoetryElegant, exquisite, beautiful. Ethereal: extremely delicate and light in a way that seems not to be of this world. It's a language so soft, soothing and calming. It's beautiful and understanding yet so absurd to us. It reaches the deepest parts of o...
