How's Love

Love is blind, as some shall say

You cannot see any of the way

You go through obstacles and jumps

as you hit patches and bumps

 

Love is a nightmare, according to them

that darkness falls and light dims.

You fall too hard and go too far

as you try your best to win the war

 

Love hurts as lovers may say

because they fell farther everyday

you get ripped and you get burned

yet everyday, the lovers earned

 

When you're in love, they say you fly

and every hour and day will go by

faster in the blink of an eye

and the higher you go, the more you try. 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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