Title: What is it that makes us like so?
by Sapphire from London | in writing, poetry
Sick of this cycle that
Doesn't allow me to be
Myself.
Unaware of the feelings of others
My thoughts are selfish
But can you truly say
That you have never had such thoughts?
Who loves you most?
How will you know if you know not
The meaning of love?
And the people who say those words,
Words of love
They deceive you
Use you
Manipulate you
Turn you against those you feel for
What makes them do this?
Could it be
That you have deprived them of their share
Of love?
Think. Reflect. Forgive. Forget
Love.
I felt as though I needed to know myself again.
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