LOVE
Loving can be a wonderful thing, if only you could tell if the mask I see is real or is your
gameface that could change at a moments notice?
Love is not always enough, cause only the passage of time will make it real.
Love is like a seedling needing food & water
with a touch of sunshine to make it grow.
Love is not to be taken lightly cause one way or the other the emotions withers or blossoms in the end.
One will only guess a kiss, a touch, or a glance.
Can make a day feel like you are in heaven or take you down like you were in hell.
Words of love & apologies I heard so many times that it leaves my heart cold and bold.
Never take my love for granted as the seedling may wither and die. You may loose the half to your whole. Then you may be sitting on a grassy knoll wondering what went wrong as the tears roll down your face, but one more time you say sorry and I will laugh in your face. Cause its over now and now you can chase.
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