I didn't know how much I could love you,
or what love really was.
Love is when I feel mad or angry at you.
Love is when you make me cry.
Love is when you disappoint me.
Because you couldn't affect me,
you couldn't change my mood,
unless I cared enough to love you.
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Author:
Christina K (
Offline) - Published: January 23rd, 2017 15:55
- Category: Love
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Comments1
Wonderfully written and expressed Great write
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