Getting over it

January 10, 2018

Love? Love.

What is love?

Love is what it isn't.

Love is the sound of a gun being fired.

Love is the ground shaking after you enter the room.

Love is the smell of a fresh baked pie sitting at the edge of the window.

Love the aftertaste of the bitter lipstick on my lips.

Love is only feeling.

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