It always seems so perfect from the perlius of single hood.
Seeing them together,walking,holding hands even singing to each other the love choruses.
Should i compare them to love birds?
Enough about them and love,
Let's talk about the words,silent and screaming sentences.
That ring and hide,above waves and below unmovable rocks.
When the perfect no longer exists,the imperfect unearthed.
Frustration and anger,popped by petty issues.
Hurling insults,that echo forever.
Days of silent that ensue.
So that is what love really is?
Or should i say what birds really aren't?
M.O.O aka Carswell evoL
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