Love - Poem by brittney brooke
i love you,
you love her.
she loves him.
and he probably loves another.
love is a complacated thing.
it will never make sense.
to u and me.
we see love as something we want.
but nobody really knows its true meaning.
words are words
till u mean what u say.
and love isnt love,
till u give it away.
this world is full of teens
who think there in love
but they dont know wat the word love means.
love is when u cant stand to be away from them.
its when dieing would hurt less
then seeing them in someone elses arms.
love is when u would take a bullet to save them.
its sacruficing everything you have for them.
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