Sometimes...
It doesn't feel like love
It doesn't taste or smell like love
It doesn't sound or even look like love
But something tells you
That everything you think you know
And everything that you've been told
Doesn't really matter any more
The field is cleared, and the rules have changed
And life as you know it
Will never be the same.
Caren E. Salas
Prompt #25 A poem about love, or anti love.
I, as usual, always pick love.
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