• Love is a spell.
    You dont know it at the start,
    but when its broken you realize
    so is your heart

    Love is medicine.
    It heals all wounds.
    Well before it leads you to your doom.

    Love is poison.
    It makes you belive its the only way out.
    It takes over you.
    Devouring your very being,
    Until you are nothing but a shell.
    A shadow of your former self.

    Then there is the rarest form of love.
    Some people spend there whole lives searching for it,
    When its right there in front of them.
    This love makes you happy.
    And when you think of that one person,
    You smile.
    Not for any reason.
    Its always there for you,
    Even if you dont believe in it.
    If you found it,
    Or it found you.
    Its gonna be with you forever.......