I don’t even think that was something he was feeling.
A memory of love
I lost it somehow.
Could this be a love to live?
I was still looking and it almost felt like I was staring.
A French love story
‘But you know he is French’, is what my friend told me.
It was a reversed warning, because it was something I already knew.
And also because me and my french lover had ended it already.
The french are not that reliable when it comes to love.
The irony.
Love is an investment
I was silent when it was said to me.
Resistant to love
It was the opinion of white people I believed.
Finding the kiss of love
Not a feeling or thought that makes me wonder.
Love in nowhere to be found
Is it the thought of finding this incredible feeling?
For knowing I carry my mother’s love
It is not an easy path to follow, I can tell from experience.
The voice of love
I was watching some content, that brought this to my surface.