People always talk about love.
Some say it's about the smiles and the kisses,
Or the small talks on a cigarette break,
They said it's about how they hold your hand
and caress you cheek like you're the most fragile thing they were to hold.
Maybe it was the "U still up"
At 3:57 in the middle of the night.
Or the love letter with "Truly yours"
At the bottom of the paper.
Younger ones would say it's they way they look at you,
While an older relative of mine thought it was how they spent time with you.
I never knew anything about love
until I saw you,
I've never felt your kisses or held your hand,
I didn't have your number nor shared a conversation with you,
But my heart felt everything it was supposed to feel like.
But heartbreak was also you.
After I felt your touch against my cold skin while we smoked cigarettes in that cold night,
After stayed up all night and carried our conversations from 1 'till 6 AM.
You made me feel love,
And heartbreak next.
Yet I'll continue loving you instead,
Even if you'll find someone else,
Until someone else gets to feel the love I never deserved.
Maybe _this_ is love.
May 1, 2020
May 1, 2020 at 7:21 AM UTC
People always talk about love.
Some say it's about the smiles and the kisses,
Or the small talks on a cigarette break,
They said it's about how they hold your hand
and caress you cheek like you're the most fragile thing they were to hold.
Maybe it was the "U still up"
At 3:57 in the middle of the night.
Or the love letter with "Truly yours"
At the bottom of the paper.
Younger ones would say it's they way they look at you,
While an older relative of mine thought it was how they spent time with you.
I never knew anything about love
until I saw you,
I've never felt your kisses or held your hand,
I didn't have your number nor shared a conversation with you,
But my heart felt everything it was supposed to feel like.
But heartbreak was also you.
After I felt your touch against my cold skin while we smoked cigarettes in that cold night,
After stayed up all night and carried our conversations from 1 'till 6 AM.
You made me feel love,
And heartbreak next.
Yet I'll continue loving you instead,
Even if you'll find someone else,
Until someone else gets to feel the love I never deserved.
Maybe _this_ is love.
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