What's it like to be loved?
Is it a gift from up high, as some say?
For best experience, listen to my music while reading this poem.
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I just arrived on this world, what a sight
So much chaos, so much action, day and night
People running, people chasing, what's the goal?
Trying to fit in, trying to be part of the role
Brothers buying diamonds, just to show
Trying to keep up with the Joneses, don't you know?
Ladies having babies, just to please
Fellas chasing ladies, they just want some peace
Timelines, swipes, and deep conversations too
Marvin with candlelight, ocean and a sprite or two
Love is a mystery, a perplexing thing
Gravity holding us down, like the bird on a string
Finding love can be hard, so many unknowns
Understand it first, then it can be grown
Buying love is not love, it's just a farce
Sincerity, not dependency, is what love should come with, not a task
About the Creator
Elizabeth Figueroa
Poetry is my jam but I'll write just about anything


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