love
It means the glue to whatever makes up you,
It is the number unimaginable but you already knew,
It is like a birds eye view of the outside of a zoo,
It is your break through.
It is the memory of why you are what you're put through
Love is who taught me to be me and you to construe,
So when he falls you dont fall too,
My name is meaningless; a loose glove,
It means nothing without love.
Sep 23, 2015
Sep 23, 2015 at 5:25 AM UTC
love
It means the glue to whatever makes up you,
It is the number unimaginable but you already knew,
It is like a birds eye view of the outside of a zoo,
It is your break through.
It is the memory of why you are what you're put through
Love is who taught me to be me and you to construe,
So when he falls you dont fall too,
My name is meaningless; a loose glove,
It means nothing without love.
