Thu, 10/03/2013 - 02:08 -- Aly

It fools the inexperienced

and breaks the ones who aren't careful.


It's the thing we always look back to

and always look forward to.


It's strong and brutal;


yet sad.


It's blind

but creates color.


Patience is always an issue

but happiness,




comes easily.


You tell yourself "that's enough for now"

but it's never your choice


Our hearts have minds of their own


It is endless




There's nothing to explain it, really

But no matter how many songs, or poems

that are written about it,

No one really knows

just how it happens

which makes searching for it

all the worth while.


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