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