What the hell is love?
I always thought I knew
It would be the
Butterflies
Kisses and Hugs
Head over Heals
No one ever tells you
What the hell love is.
Until you see it
I would have sworn
Vaughn's eyes were
brown
But when I loved him
No kidding
The sun shown through his eyes
Making them as bright
As the sun at dawn
I swear they became
golden
But when I outgrew
The magic of that childhood love
They became brown
Dark as dusk
And it makes you question
What the hell is love?
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Purgatory
PoetryPurgatory (noun) A state or place in which the souls of those who have died in a state of grace are believed to undergo a limited amount of suffering to expiate their venial sins and become purified of the remaining effects of mortal sin. MY Purgato...
