Our love loves to hate
The way we look at other people
And we love being late
And pausing for kisses in the midst of the hustle and bustle
Our love loves to scream
In the tension-filled silence
And whisper dreams
In between life's chaotic cadence
Our love loves to cry
In moments lost to time
And smile recklessly wide
During our little lies
Our love loves to change
As abrupt and violent as the weather
Pouring down hard like rain
As scorching as the sun, glowing brighter
Our love loves the ocean
The way the waves hit the shore
Our toes in the sand
Our smiles turn unsure
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These Words (Poetry)
PoetryThese words are a part of my heart, stories of my mind, the frustrations of my soul. These words are a part of me, my life, who I am. These words mean many things to many people. These words I share to you.
