by BRINLEE VUOLA
Staff Writer
When you hear the word love,
What comes to mind?
For some, it’s reciprocated,
For some, it’s blind.
What is love to me?
Why, I couldn’t say.
It’s an assortment of things
That comes to play.
Love is truthful,
It has no boundaries.
The lack of trust, however,
Causes me worry.
Love is comforting, feeling safe,
It’s like a wonderland.
That’s not to say things are complex
And hard to understand.
Love is confusing,
It makes you question many things.
You never truly know
What your future will bring.
Love is breaking,
Why is my love breaking?
Why does it hurt so bad?
Why are my walls shaking?
I thought love was kind,
Truthful, and happy.
I never imagined
That I’d become so… sappy.
What is love to me?
Why, I couldn’t say.
The world around my love
Is becoming so gray.