Love.
Its a strange things isn't it?
We cant wait for the moment it arrives.
It can be the thing that heals you,
brings you joy,
But we become addicted.
When we have a small taste we can never get enough,
We consume it, devour it until we drain the word of its meaning.
And one day it'll leave,
You'll be alone again,
Longing for something that could never, ever possible last.
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Poetry/ Random shorts
PoetryRandom shorts and poetry about basically anything. Things I write in school to just random things I come up with. Hopefully some are inspiring. Sometimes i write how i feel and it helps. They're bad so... be warned I just write because I get bored...
