A poem about love.
Being a present day teenager I hear the word love being flung around more and more often and it saddens me.
if
we keep using it like this it will lose all meaning and then what will
we tell that girl when we stand there on her porch with a bouquet of
flowers.
For
love is a beautiful thing that we should not take for granted, so when I
hear people say "I think I'm in love" I respond then: you're not.
For love isn't like a slight breeze or a tingle its like a steamroller so when you get hit trust me you will know.
So
for all of you out there with a slight breeze and a tingle please shut
up all the steamrolled are trying to muster courage to say what you spit
out every other week to a new girl.
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