Not like some stupid romantic bullshit most googly feminine jocks obsess over. im speaking truth.
love is like a river. it flows. it moves. it evolves. it changes. it erodes the hardest into sand. the roughest into smooth. you can fight it up stream, but wouldn’t you rather go with the flow and see where love goes.
love is like a flower. it grows. needs nurturing. the right conditions to blossom. and can spread further than you can imagine. sure you can plant any flower anywhere of any kind. but too much sun and it burns. too much water and it drowns. too much dark and it withers.
love is like a one way road. its long. its boring at times. and its a struggle not to go off road and make your own path. you either are both going the same direction, or your not in the same car. take the hint.
You ever chop down a tree and realized how it would hurt if it fell on you.
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What an interesting last line!
thank you. sometimes what the world needs is a v8 juice commercial to get themselves out of their own ways.
thank you. writing is art. thus it should challenge the imagery in your imagination.
agreed. an art. grammatical errors help visual representation. much like, picasso drawing perfect artistry. it doesnt work unless je drew like a child.