I picked up my phone
I checked the text
from my love,
we become friends awhile ago
we went to the same school, in the same grade
school hasn't been easy for us,
that's why we found each other, or in other words
love,
it brings us closer together
all touchy-feely or texting a lot
love is a interesting thing.
Everytime I look at him his eyes glitter
like marbles or
her smile which lights the sky
his hand in my hand, soft, warm
her hair, smells like flowers blossoming
his laugh, now that is something else...
love the thing that brings people together
so I picked up my phone
I checked the text
(it was from him)
(it was from her)
it was from Love.
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