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God, I don’t know anything;
Not when, where, or how.
You made me a lover
And that is a curse.
Up and down,
Highs and lows,
From such great heights
All I can think of
Is the fall.
I can find love in every corner
If I keep my head up.
It grows heavy.
About the Creator
Annaise
Hopeful romantic. Love poem enthusiast.
Comments (1)
This was extremely relatable 🥺 Sending you lots of love and hugs ❤️