you can't explain love,
even if your heart beats faster around them
and you try to puzzle out all of the
mathematical outcomes that would
take place if you said this or met their eyes.you can't categorize love,
it flies free like a dove, even though you
try to say that doves have a drive to escape
and that they're living beings and love is
only a feeling.you can't formulate love,
because there are no variables that can
explain the feeling of your hands tangled in
their gorgeous locks and having a smile
unwilling to leave your face around them.you can't understand love,
because it is different everywhere.
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Poems.
PuisiThis is mostly my poetry but some are not. My poetry is pure trash, but hope my random writing entertains you.