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Alkia 7d
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.
45 · Nov 8
Truly
Alkia Nov 8
Was I truly that blind for the feeling they had for each other?

Was I truly that blind?

Was it just my point of view that didn’t catch the questionable site?

Was it a figment of my imagination?

Was I truly that in love to think I was the only one?

Did I portray my whole relationship as this happy ever after, and beyond that, it was more complicated to my existing eyes?

To those existing eyes, it wasn’t us; we never crossed their minds; we were never existence.
I hope you like my first poem on hellopoetry.

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