There’s so much love to go around:
Friends posting pictures together,
Lovers singing each other songs.
They’d bet it would last forever
But boy, let me tell you, they’re wrong.
Every song has a final note
And the ink on pictures will fade.
Love isn’t quite as it is wrote,
Rather, it is something that’s made.
Love is made in the dark of night,
When all others have gone to bed—
Conversations after a fight,
When emotions are colored red.
It is found in those few moments
That nobody else gets to see
Where we each share our atonements.
That’s what I think true love would be.
Of course, I say that while I sit
In a place that’s devoid of it.
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