What Is Love.

Love is so stupid yet so blind. It seems so good when it's bad at the same time. It can't be seen or held. It's just something that can be felt.

It's not cruel nor it's kind. It can't see but still it has eyes. It's not sweet nor is it sour. It doesn't appear in one single hour.

It's harmful, but it's still feels good. Thinking that this is the the right time you're doing what you should. It's special, but it's not. It can still tie your body in knots.

Everyone is fooled by loves ways. It can hit you any day. It takes it's time, or it can rush. Sometimes love can be way too much.

Love isn't perfect if you see. It doesn't just effect one person. It happens to you and me. Times it takes you to the sky, at times it may make you cry.

It's funny, but it seems wrong. Sometimes we learn things we knew all along. One day you will be your day to fly, and soon you can tell your pain good-bye.

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