love
Dear, Love
Your a small thing
A small thing that can become a huge thing
Why do you do this to me love? What have i done to you? Ignoring all the signs of happiness you tried to give me?
Do you want me to even love a person.
This feeling of pain
Rippings shreddings screamings from just having butterflies is not correct love.
You may say I am physically incapable of loving with a sexual feeling.
That horrid feeling that just,
That just destroyed our world today.
Will you even see that your evil twin lust has been taking over the world now.
Destroying the society you have created with its evil.
The person I love I can’t speak to
Crying to sleep because I believe they love someone better
Such a small thing at the start has grown to be a skyscraper.
Take this pain that you call love out of me.
I cannot handle this sensual emotion any longer
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