You mention a girl,
A prize in your game called love
Fighting, to show your dominance.
The sky grows grey, where did this storm come from?
Forgive the shimmering rain drops, they fell in my eye.
Frustrated as a little kid who lost their teddy bear, only to confuse theirs for another's
Is this what you'll ever think of love?
A game?
A competition?
That gets on my nerve
Every single time
YOU ARE READING
LOVE
PoetryI find myself constantly falling in love with the little things in life. Love can be heart shattering and it can hurt and be sad. Although that is a portion of the book, we can learn from the pain, the heartbreak. We can take the love we give to t...