Confessa - Poem by sticker mykes
the feeling is genuine, heck i cant even spell it right,
how could i feel something so pure if i cant spell it,
u cant love someone before not even meeting them, not possilbe, not true,
but ive been there but ow can it be? ? ? ? ?
its one of the biggest questions of life...
is it true faith just like we have this strong belief
in religion that there is a greater power a higher super genius somebody,
i mean it is this belief that unites us of who we are and what are values are,
we have been handed down theses lessons of virtues which date back to thousands of years
but we still believe them blindly without a second thought but love? ? ?
does it need the same justification? ? ? ?
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