You aren’t my soul mate,
You aren’t my romeo,
You aren’t my other part,
You aren’t my prince,
But you are my love.
I can’t say ‘my’,
Because you aren’t.
I would say we share ourselves,
And that I am yours,
And you are mine,
But I don’t own you, and you don’t own me.
Its our hearts which own each other, and twist into themselves.
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Tsk, tsk. Love songs again, Kelly?
Yeah, I know. Wonder why I am writing about a thing which I haven't experienced, and I don't even KNOW what its really like, because i am just a spoiled teenage kid.
Not really.
Love ALWAYS exists! Whether its sadistic, self adoring, self fuling, for objects, its LOVE.
I know that love is suppose to be PURE and GOLDEN and all, and that people who love money don't feel love, yada yada yada.... But its THERE version of love, so if they don't have 'true' love, then let them have that! I LOVE clothes, and it is a small pass of love!
I have a lot of love in my life, if I think of it. Love for my family,dog, friends, myself.. Its not because I am a confident bitch, but you have to love yourself, you have to trust yourself to carry on with life.
Love is unselfish. Being unselfish is something very hard, and something admirable too.
I only feel it with love. So this emotion HAS to have some power and effect over people, because it even causes ME to be unselfish. WHOA!
So, my tweeny little bastards, love is such a expolsively popular topic that its hard to deny.
Could YOU think of a better topic? *No Robert Pattinson, THATS MINE! *
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