Whoever You Are
Love isn't something that can be looked up in a dictionary,Defined into words, Or kept under lock and key for an eternities time.Love is the only truth and life,And life's only endless lie.It comes in the night when your laying in bed and crying to yourself,Lonely to yourself.Love has no synonym,But is divided by congruity.Love has no shape,It holds no form,Doesn't whisper the truth in your ear,Or live dorment for an eternity's time.Love is always there and always will be whether it shows while you flip a coin into a cup while walking down the street,Or telling someone how much they mean to you,You will always love somebody,Something.Love is forever and forever I will love you,The only thing holding me back is being able to tell you the truth,The truth you will never know,Could never understand.Maybe someday I'll tell you the truth,But until then,Thank you for being the obscured figure in every one of my dreams,Whoever you are.'Just a poem I wrote about somebody who nobody knows of... Not even my best friends. A secret I will forever hold.' Written October 19th, 2001 © on Oct 19 2001 11:38 AM PST 0 • 8
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"Love isn't something that can be looked up in a dictionary,Defined into words, Or kept under lock and key for an eternities time.Love is the only truth and life,And life's only endless lie.It comes in the night when your laying in bed and crying to yourself,Lonely to yourself.Love has no synonym,But is divided by congruity.Love has no shape,It holds no form,Doesn't whisper the truth in your ear,Or live dorment for an eternity's time.Love is always there and always will be whether it shows while you flip a coin into a cup while walking down the street,Or telling someone how much they mean to you,You will always love somebody,Something.Love is forever and forever I will love you,The only thing holding me back is being able to tell you the truth,The truth you will never know,Could never understand.Maybe someday I'll tell you the truth,But until then,Thank you for being the obscured figure in every one of my dreams,Whoever you are.'Just a poem I wrote about somebody who nobody knows of... Not even my best friends. A secret I will forever hold.'..."