I’ve always wondered what love really is
Is it the helpless smile that gets plastered on your face whenever you talk
Or the unknown sadness you feel when you are away?
Is it the little dance your mind does when you spot them in a crowd
Or the tears that u supress when you cant express it out loud!
Does it give u wings or instead have u tied
Does it help u flourish or dry up inside,
“It hurts” said a broken heart, “it heals” said another,
So does it come with conditions necessary to abide?