Truest Form Poem by Michelle Dickson
Truest Form
Love is a sickness
Love is a drug
Something that cannot be easily undone.
Love is something that cant be held back
Not by gender
Not by race
Not even time and space.
Love is something that grows within us
Like a virus
That will come to harm [us]
But fear not because
Love is death in its truest form.
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