Love is very strange
You choose who you like the best
Then you buy rings
And dedicate your lives to each other?
It's weird
What if I can't choose who I want to dedicate my life to?
What if I can't choose
Who's slave I want to be?
Love is like being trapped in a cage
Shrinking and expanding whenever it pleases
You could be in a room large enough to hold a million elephants
And the next it could be so small you're being crushed with every breath
But somehow
We all still choose to fall in love
So that's why I think love is weird
You're trapped and can't get free but you choose to be there
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Poems and Thoughts (Book 2) {HIATUS}
PoetryJust some poems about how I'm feeling at any given point of the day. Mostly depressing stuff. This used to be "Here's Some Inspiration," but I made that an entirely different story on my page, so if you are looking for more inspirational happy writi...
