by smealek

Glance upon her eyes.

–To each his own.

Even though

so much promise

is embedded,

completely unaware,

and once fair,

love was innocent. But, oh oh oh…

bare

cry

hold

honey

smile

shout

hate

resent

Now can harmony be explained?

Lessons of how;

teachings of when;

luck, it is important;

love, may it be real?

Or, everyone fakes?

Fake

love is fun.

Love is,

love is real?

Then it escapes.

It escapes!

And caught–

then caught?

what is this game–

game?

Explain this

love

process again.

 

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