Love
It is such a good feeling! Butterflies in your stomach, Heart jumping from your chest, Can't stop thinking about it! With it, you feel happy. With it, you feel complete. With it, you feel the excitement. With it, you're absent-minded. Lifes empty without it. Missing it every minute, Lifes not worthy without it, That's what it feels Being apart from it. Meeting it: palms sweaty. Talking to it: stuttering. Holding it, legs shaky. Loving it, on drugs. Living with it, heaven. Love... Such a beautiful word. A lot of people feel it But not everyone really feels the True love... Such a complex word. Everyone understands it But little people live it. Always tryna find The One. Tough path to it. Fighting, struggling through. At the end fighting it, Or life long searching for it. One will love the true you, Support you all the way, Being there for you, Not tryna change you, You're just perfect as you are, He/She will love you as you are.
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