Natalie Zavala


Love


anger- the rage of not knowing what to do
Fear- the thought of life and death
Sadness-the empty heart
Love-the pain and the joy
But love is different
Love is something precious and something special
Something you can hardly find
Love is the feeling of pain happiness and the gather of all emotions
When you are in love you go crazy you feel every emotion you can you feel weak missing your love missing the person you truly love
Love is finding the missing part of you life puzzle
So never let go of love for any little thing because it will never be replaced
And you will soon regret every moment in life that passes you by alone
So stay strong the distance the arguments the jealously the pain
The confusions are nothing don’t let go of your true love.....

Submitted: Thursday, January 28, 2010

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