love was being apart of a family who cared. love was laughing with your friends. love was buying the newest toys. love was achieveing that award you've been dreaming of.
heck, i thought i knew what love was. but then i met you. you were different from all the other loves. i couldnt quite pin you down and sum you up. and it scared me. you were exquisite. your love was the kind of love i couldnt get tired of. and what scared me was what if you got tired of my love?
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Poetrythey were fragments of her feelings. [poetry in lower caps] [please do not steal, all content is written by me thank you very much]
