You don’t just fall in love,
you get lost in it;
revel in it;
explore it.
You fight with it;
hate it;
then learn
to love it
all over again.
Yet,
much like falling,
the only certain thing
with this madness
we call love
is that you must
someday
hit the
floor.
Nevertheless,
one of these days
you’ll find someone
to catch you;
to be your net
and
let you
float
in complete
harmony
again.
Feb 3, 2019
Feb 3, 2019 at 1:59 AM UTC
You don’t just fall in love,
you get lost in it;
revel in it;
explore it.
You fight with it;
hate it;
then learn
to love it
all over again.
Yet,
much like falling,
the only certain thing
with this madness
we call love
is that you must
someday
hit the
floor.
Nevertheless,
one of these days
you’ll find someone
to catch you;
to be your net
and
let you
float
in complete
harmony
again.
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