Love is something that knocks you off your feet and makes you able to breathe; to feel safe for the first time in years, in a way I cannot explain.
I love him and he notices but is afraid to allow himself to love me back fully.
Love is strange it makes you safe but can also enrage. It makes you passionate for justice to be given. Justice is loving back with no fear of what is to come.
How can love have so many meanings? But then only have one?
Sacrifice, is how love is demonstrated. Action. Then reaction. Positive and negative, change meaning from what I thought it to be.
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Love Poems and Prose
RandomA stream of consciousness about everything that brings love and takes it away. Posing questions of how and what if. Not entirely will it make sense but it is my truth. The things I process within. I love so deeply I have to explain. I have to pu...
