wHaT iS lOvE ?
Long nights on the phone,
So I won't feel so much alone.
Our conversation was about every and anything,
Oh, I wish it wouldn't end.
This thing called love had us together,
Until I did something he didn't like.
The screams came like wind in a storm,
Swishing in my ear.
They say words don't hurt,
But those words did break my bones.
I still have the love to show,
Since with bruises was how he showed his love.
What is love?
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