Poem #2:
'Is It Even Real?'
Is there a right way to feel love?
Is there only one way to feel it?
How do you know if you do or if you don't?
Or if it's even love that you're feeling?
It could all be a lie.
Some weird trick of the brain.
It might not even be real.
Or is it that it's real but for some reason you can't feel it?
Like you're forbidden to find it?
Forbidden to be happy.
Does it even make you happy?
Can we survive without it?
Or is it love that makes humanity survive?
Is love the only reason we strive for more?
Is true love, truly real or is it just another big lie?
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My Writing Outlet
PoetryI'm just gunna publish a bunch of poems that I have written and that I will write on here in just one little space for them, but just like for any poem they won't all be based on the same thing. I'll also write other stuff that aren't that long in h...
