Love

January 28, 2018

I keep looking for love in everyone I see:

The boys in the hall,

I catch myself wishing on sheep.

My inabilities are also my delight,

Rock hard candy that won’t melt.

I keep saying “I’m falling in love!”

But really,

I'm falling in,

Love.

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