It’s beautiful
It’s mesmerizing
It can’t be explained
The results are undefined
But in all that it’s still toxic
It can kill every part of you
What is this thing I speak of
Love
Pure simple innocent love
Don’t misjudge it
Its simple…sure…but its totally complicated at the same time
You can never realize someone else’s love for you
It’s to live for
It’s to die for
It’s to kill for
It’s also to take the bullet for
In all the confusion this small yet significant thing
Will always hold a spot in you
It can’t be replaced
It can’t be deleted
It’s like energy
It can never be lost
And it can never be regained
It is one thing that I don’t think even this will explain
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