Warning: This work has been rated 16+ for language.
I just wish it were not so...
I wish there was a way,
Where it is simple
and I could love unconditionally,
and be loved unconditionally back.
I KNOW there's some sort of lie somewhere,
but I just cant put my finger on it.
It gets all warm and fuzzy,
But what is Love, truly?
Is it the silent whispers and not fighting over cereal?
Is it not caring the distance they live
Or the age they are?
Is it something more than us humans can comprehend?
but why do I desire something
I cannot understand?
it is that which we don't know that makes it even more enticing.
Its what makes the world what it is.
It makes everything something more.
Love is what we make, my dear friend.
But don't lose it.
Hold on to that person for as long as you can,
until you both grow old.
Be there for one another.
AN// this poem was written completely unintentionally. i was ranting and it turn poetic REAL FAST. whoops. but here it is.
this was another collab with my buddy @flumadiddle , as you may also know her, E.E
thanks for putting up with my shit pal.