Love.A Poem by AlexisJust thinking...
What IS love?
And why does there have to be so many different kinds? Like , the way you love you best friend is different from the way you love your boyfriend. I don ' t like that. And then people just take love so , ugh. Like , if I ' m holding hands with my best friend , It doesn ' t mean we are going to go home and have sex. And what is so wrong with that ; Holding hands with your best friend? I mean if you love that person that much then why is it so wrong , So wrong to hold hands with your best friend? Which brings me back to the whole "different types of love thing". "Love" is ONE WORD. I mean there are a lot of different definitions , But in the end , They all come back to one thing. Right? Love: a great intense pleasure in something. I find great intense pleasure in being around my best friend , So is it so wrong for me to hold my best friends hand? Is it so wrong for me to WANT to. I mean not saying I do , But I mean people theses days , Make it so hard to do anything. Everything has to mean something , To the most EXTREME extent. So if i hold his hand , We are going to go home and have sex , And get married , And have 1000 kids. Ummm no. But I love him. So why should it matter to anyone else? Or maybe it matters to me. What I think. Do I think I ' m in the wrong? I mean not that I did anything , But if i didn ' t care what people thought , I probably wouldn ' t be writing this right now. Would I? This is confusing. But anyways , Back to what I was originally saying. Love is one word. One thing. It IS one. So why do people have to interpret into 100000000000000000000000000000000000 Different things?
© 2010 AlexisAuthor's Note
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