When I think of how much love I have to offer
And I think of how much I can do at once
I realize that we weren’t created to always give
But to receive- a gift
So, if I can’t receive (... I am also selfish?)
What is love?
Is it a deep intense feeling?
Like a tornado: grabbing, pulling and pushing your skeleton
Everyday marking you inside
On the gray of your heart
And you suffer or you make others suffer?
Or is love like ice on a summer day
Sitting in central park
Licking away at your icicle
Or in a winter day
Sitting on the rooftop of your building
Feeling like an icicle yourself
And having no one around to lick you
What is love? Just another stupid
Stupid question.
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