Years and time again we say, what is love, how we know it’s love
It goes like this in every conversation
Love is, love is this, no love is that
debate go on and on
year and time again we say, this generation don’t know what Love is
It goes like this in every conversation
Love is, love is this, no love is that
but I say love is you
What you like
The good thing you never had before
love what you want it to be
Love is flesh of other and soul that makes them.

Why I am not sad about what I wouldn’t have accomplished is because everything I did accomplish is far greater than I can imagine. Even though I think you were the closure, I need it. If that closure weren’t met, I think I wouldn’t have ever moved on and let rain finally fall. I am on an endless road that has come to a stop. All I can do is turn back and cry. I never knew I would make this far that I could turn back and cry. Now I am just standing here with a confusing wet roadmap with my hesitant foot on the edge of my stop while the other is eager to go back.