A poem written January 9th 2008
of all the lost causes;love
Love.
We dream about it when we sleep.
We lie awake at night thinking about it.
What is it like to love?
Well, no one can really tell you.
No one really knows.
Even if they've had love.
Love.
Some people don't want it.
Some people never have it.
And some people have it
And never want to let it go.
Some people keep it even if they don't want to.
Some people have it get hurt and give up.
Some people take your heart and never let it go.
Me?
I have it and guess what?
To describe it is like describing each breathe you take.
Impossible.
 Ducky Rawrr · Sat Jun 19, 2010 @ 05:08pm · 0 Comments |
