So, I don't know what love is.
I can't define it.
Love is a cloud of fog:
when it's near you,
you can smell it.
When it's thick,
you can't see beyond it.
But rarely can you really know
if you are right within it.
The boundaries:
nonexistent.
The density changes every minute.
I don't know, ok?
But I can't see when I'm around you --
just some glimmers of sun.
And I can't breath around you,
I can't walk or run.
1 comment:
Oh my god, this is the most beautiful poem I've read all week. Thanks for posting this.
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