Love...sickA Poem by marie_luv2216Love is an adventure
Love starts with the eyes and switches direction and moves to the heart.
The hearts stubborn and tries to reject the wonderful gift that the eyes just gave it. But it never fails that even with the fight the heart just made, love always sneaks its way into the heart. But then love gets itself into trouble. Now the love is corrupted. Love became nothing more then a sick game. And instead of being love sick, you're sick of being in love. © 2014 marie_luv2216Author's Note
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