random poem

What we see  when in love,

happiness blinds us from 

the imperfections of the world.

wherever we look  we see  what we want,

love is not perfect but we blind us 

if we let it deep in our souls.

I'm not saying is bad, but can u take the pain when that love is gone.

we have grown a stronger mind and soul, 

not be afraid for when that love has to go.


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Love gone?

More always show up - the world is pretty when seen through rose tinted lenses ~s~