Nothing really.

Nothing really.

A Poem by But,itis,theend

Love is an idea. There are no rules in its construct. In no way is it static and ever well defined. There are 57 billion ways to love. And somehow in the end
They are all the same. It is a choice.
Do not
Let it run the show.

© 2016 But,itis,theend


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wow, I love how you said there are 57 billion ways to love and the outcomes are all as one. your words are true and meaningful. great write (:
I enjoyed it.
-Angelina

Posted 6 Years Ago



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But,itis,theend
But,itis,theend

Hyannis, MA



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Good place to let it fly. I wish only to let it go. more..

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