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Jun 2014
Love sits on a balcony, feeling the wind blow past.
Love has no anchors pulling it to the ground. It is
Free to get up and leave when it desires. Love does
Not have emotions that cloud it's judgment. Have you
Ever felt water as it slips through your fingers?Β Β It just keeps
Going and going and going until you shut it off. It starts to
Burn. Hotter and hotter it feels against your skin, yet
You don't have the will to shut it off.. For that moment,
You're not alone. After being numb, you feel. But it
Burns! None the less, it's a feeling. As with this free spirit
Called love. Everyone knows all love isn't good, well if
It isn't good love, then is it even love at all? We accept love
No matter how it is presented, through appreciation or even
Abuse because it gives us feeling, joy, envy, worth, sadness, emotion!
No one likes being alone, we want to feel.
But soon enough, it reaches dawn and it is time for our friend,
Love to go. It is time for the next balcony, it is indeed windy
Out.
Shanijua
Written by
Shanijua  24/F/Brookhaven
(24/F/Brookhaven)   
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