I've always heard about how magical love was.
But how can you love
The butterflies that demolished your insides,
The fantasy that grew you detached to the real world,
The affection that had you loathe existence.
How can you love something soo pure,
Yet soo evil.
To the point it lend you hatred,
With no charge.
How could you crave a feeling,
That'll leave you with none.
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PoetryNoun (n) - A quality that includes the essential human virtues; compassion and humanity.
