Love is something not well seen,
But something that is well known there,
If we donâ??t see something,
Its probably there,
More than we would have ever imagined.
When its gone, what is left to say.
What is left to do.
Something we all ask ourselves but never quite figure out.
If there was love,
In spite of everythingâ?¦
it is or should still be there,
Not in general but at heart.
That person who so sincerely took this spot.
Will forever be there.
They can hate you,
Wish horrible happenings upon you,
Tear you apart,
And slowly destroy you.
But the love will never go away.
You will forever hold this person in your heart.
He will be your story thatâ??s forever told,
& sadlly
This story will never get old to you.
You built a story with that boy.
A without a doubt true love story.
One nothing like the ones in those bullshitted fairly tells,
It wont always be happily ever after,
In our storyâ?¦
Thereâ??s rocky areas everywhere,
Broken hearts,
And millions of tears.
How this story ends
Neither of us will have any idea.
