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I used to think love was a smile, but How could somebody like me know love? I believed that the amount you smiled at someone Symbolized the amount of love and affection You felt for them. [People would couple up so that they could smile at each other more often by spending more time together.] I see the places where love is almost invisible. How could somebody like me know love? I see where people frown and yell at each other And the ones who love are much too Afraid to smile. I know that I am not alone. How could somebody like me know love? Poets and romatics are always searching For the words and images and songs that Would define it. I do not want to be called a poet How could somebody like me know love? I don’t weave words into beautiful textiles That are decorated with the shapes and colors Of the soul. I enjoy reading poems and stories, but How could somebody like me know love? I have read novels about getting the girl And poems about the cold dark empty Unrequited love. I don’t know what I think love is anymore. How could somebody like me know love? I have never felt so beautiful a thing In my world or fear and dysfunctional Independence. I have felt great love, but not the romantic kind. How could somebody like me know love? I am willing to sacrifice anything for those close to me But I know there is more to this concept than Deep friendship. I don’t even know what “like” is. How could somebody like me know love? On the cusp of adulthood, my lack of knowledge Leads me to fear that I am nearly too old For naivety.
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Feb 24, 2013
Feb 24, 2013 at 9:00 PM UTC
Naivety II
I used to think love was a smile, but How could somebody like me know love? I believed that the amount you smiled at someone Symbolized the amount of love and affection You felt for them. [People would couple up so that they could smile at each other more often by spending more time together.] I see the places where love is almost invisible. How could somebody like me know love? I see where people frown and yell at each other And the ones who love are much too Afraid to smile. I know that I am not alone. How could somebody like me know love? Poets and romatics are always searching For the words and images and songs that Would define it. I do not want to be called a poet How could somebody like me know love? I don’t weave words into beautiful textiles That are decorated with the shapes and colors Of the soul. I enjoy reading poems and stories, but How could somebody like me know love? I have read novels about getting the girl And poems about the cold dark empty Unrequited love. I don’t know what I think love is anymore. How could somebody like me know love? I have never felt so beautiful a thing In my world or fear and dysfunctional Independence. I have felt great love, but not the romantic kind. How could somebody like me know love? I am willing to sacrifice anything for those close to me But I know there is more to this concept than Deep friendship. I don’t even know what “like” is. How could somebody like me know love? On the cusp of adulthood, my lack of knowledge Leads me to fear that I am nearly too old For naivety.
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molly-coates
Feb 24, 2013
Feb 24, 2013 at 9:00 PM UTC
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