Mourning Words
Sadness, depression, obsessions
Sedation, regression, never liberation
Words Can Oppress
The Spirit Impress
Into an empty address
Some people mourn daily
Not realizing, In the blink of an eye
In the breath of inspiration
With purposeful exhalation
Permeation through flesh
In the depths of a word
Submerged Mourning Words
If altered and suffocated
Transformed into Morning Words
Daily Dose
Celebrate Love
Everyday of The Week
Because Nobody Knows
When Their Last Breath Will Be
Happy Daily
Day of Love, Friendship, Valentine
Love is Unconditional
True Love is Unforgettable
Love is Selfless
True Love can be Selfish
Love is Art
True Love is Malleable
Love is Empathy
True Love is Empathetic
Love is Not Blind
True Love Can See
Love is an Immersive Experience
True Love, Submerged, Without Getting Lost
Love is Love
True Love is Love
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