Love was not shaped like a heart but a question mark Too many wonders, Too many questions I knew love was open-minded, love was optimistic I knew love inside and out But love remained a question mark, unsure of the love, love found with me.
Love changed Love silently became an exclamation point Love had clouded thoughts, twisted feelings Love felt happiness, sadness, madness But beneath all of those, love gave out silent cries - I have never heard.
Love, then again, changed Love took on a shape of a comma Love became afraid of ending the sentence, ending us Love made us complex, made us complicated Love had a lot of pauses in between the non-stop wishing and non-stop desires Love hated itself
Love wanted to change And he did Love finally became a period Because commas were suffocating and periods end suffocation But love, love did not just end the sentence, nor the paragraph, nor the story Love ended us
But here I am, standing in front of Love again Staring at the Love who's oh so different again Love was not just one dot but three Love became an ellipsis Love wished for more of our story Love hopes to continue us Love started wondering about the possibility of having us again Love wanted us again Love is slowly turning back into a question mark again.
A school requirement that brings satisfaction only to me who wants to have a good grade in her philosophy class.