A Love

WAS IT, LOVE?
WAS IT GENUINE?
WAS IT THOUGHTFUL?
WAS IT CARELESS?
WAS IT QUESTIONABLE?
WAS IT FOREVER?
WAS IT TEMPORARY?
WAS IT KIND?
WAS IT MIND?
WAS IT ME?
WAS IT THEM?
WAS IT A DREAM?
WAS IT SUPPOSE TO BE?
WAS IT VANISHED?
WAS IT OVERLOOKED?
WAS IT HIDDEN?
WAS IT A TREASURE?
WAS IT LIKE GLASS?
SHATTERED, NOT SUPPOSE TO LAST?
WAS IT, LOVE?
LOVE WAS LIKE A PUZZLE
A PIECE MISSING, NOT FITTING
UNTIL THE FINISH
PIECES, THE WHOLE PICTURE IS SEEN
UNKNOWN. NOT GROWN. SHOWN.
DETOURED.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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