It's kind of shallow,
kind of deep.
Kind of floats,
kind of sinks.
Kind of funny,
kind of sad.
Kind of sane,
kind of mad.
Kind of loud,
in a silent way.
Gone tomorrow,
here today.
Kind of like,
the hate we feel.
Love can be kind of unreal.
i kind of agree with the author of the book that i was reading when he said that many wasted time trying to conform the reality of their lives to the unreality of the 'myth'...love can't even be defined within the framework of words...who knows really...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
love is all of those things and much much more. I like the flow of the poem. good job. Becca