love is a choice
Anyone who knows my poems knows I don't talk about love
I have my reasons,but I'm making one because maybe it'll be good karma.
Love is hard,it's like when you're fire trying to be with wind.
The wind pushes you and you may get heated about it
Maybe their trying to force it and you don't like it,you get in arguments and focus
You say things you don't mean.
The difference between real love and fake love is,
You go back to that person Everytime after
Choosing to work through and love them anyways
It may be hard but that's why love isn't just some warm fuzzy feeling
It's hard like everything that's real because if you're love is real it'll be hard.
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