Shed those thoughts of isolation
And come sit with me
Think not of others
For they have been like me
Not all people suffer fools
But those were also fools like them and me
Hit by something unmistakable
That something called love for all to see
Fool as I might be, but fret do not, for I speak poetry.
LOL that was my poor attempt to capture the essence of love, in my opinion. I might be short of words, but my thoughts ran deeper than this poem.
Nonetheless, brace yourselves bc am writing something big for the third decade of my hundred days challenge. Will just look where I’d written it (lol)
Anyways, enjoy reading!