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Feb 2018
Love, what are you than that constant butterfly motion in a tummy,
Moving me up or moving me down so close to the ground, paying so much for you with non fictional money.
What's this love without a little bit of old pain by the side.
Kissing a lot of strangers in this name of love, hoping the next one could be my bride.

What's love without a bit of hurt from the one close you've lost,
I admit I cry rivers of tears in the name of love, I've paid a lot of bills for love at a very high cost.
What's this love but a drug I'm sniffing and taking to my brain like *******.
Now if I went numb from this and you cut me open would I feel any source of pain.

But what is this love, but a story or movie that I still don't understand it's full plot,
In some days you're leaving my heart so dim and cold but in the night you burning me way up, you just too **** hot.
Taking pictures of love floating around in the sky.
I captured it in a moment but I can't explain you yet, I'm just left with this capital why.

This is love, drug taking with some seduction and sometimes a little familiar pain,
But despite it all I would stand outside and let the hurt be washed away by joyful rain
Odd Odyssey Poet
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Odd Odyssey Poet  26/M/Zimbabwe
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