What is love?
Some may describe it as heaven.
Some may describe it as hell.
I personally would say it’s like the ocean,
because sometimes the beauty reflected
In our vision could’ve never determined its depth.
Because sometimes falling in love may
Have taught some to float regardless of the depth.
But sometimes, for people like me,
Drowning was really all it had left to shed.
But maybe I knew,
maybe I knew of how deep I could’ve drowned,
but isn’t that the real art,
to be blinded by it all found
by what it is called
our beautiful word,
love.