Poet-To-Be
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Love is strange,
Unknown.
Beautiful in a way,
Yet terrifying.
Scared to believe,
Scared to ignore.
How are we to love --
If we have no right way --
To love?
To announce it proudly --
Or:
To hide it in shadows?
Unknown.
Beautiful in a way,
Yet terrifying.
Scared to believe,
Scared to ignore.
How are we to love --
If we have no right way --
To love?
To announce it proudly --
Or:
To hide it in shadows?