Journaled Volume Four - Page 17

I've come to terms with

You're elusive

And I'm okay with

Just meeting you in my dream

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By: Hadassah Love

Love.

How can we confuse such a word?

It comes & goes as the wind that blows.

We use, we abuse.

We accuse it to be a liar, we confuse it to aspire nothing but hate...we think it to leave us with nothing but a black slate.

Alot like the one you had before.

Before him, the one who said love.

But something is wrong