Love seems like the most confusing part of living
I don’t know if it’s me
But I don’t think I know what love feels like
Is it midnight chats?
Or morning kisses promising you’re awake
That this world isn’t all bad
Or hugs that shelter you from everything that might be wrong
Is it a shoulder to cry on when the world gets too much?
Or the hole in your heart when your love is lost
For me the only way to tell what love is
is when your around
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Author:
Mary73223 (
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- Category: Love
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Comments1
Very nice im almost 30 and i can tell you it never changes.
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