Love is love
It means
Running miles through a crowd
Just to catch up to that one girlThe one with dark brown eyes
And long highlighted hair
And letting my hands finally touch hers
As if I've never dreamt about grasping so tightly to her palmsIt means finding her lips out of all the others in the mass
And crashing them into my ownIt means kissing her while I let my feminine fingers ease through her hair,
And brush slightly against her cheeksIt means
Letting myself go without 2 seconds of endless air
Just to have nothing left between usLove is Love
It means
I break the lock on our lips
But I still know its what I want to do for the rest of my life
And as we catch our breath
The crowd just simply waltz past
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Poems not done by a pOeT
PoesíaI just write stuff everyday about the people in my life, experiences, and those feelings u can't explain out loud