my bby boi pot-head? plant-head? idk yet
light hearted venty piece tm
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- love it's a strange word, isn't it?
it sounds like the precipice of an endless pit.
quite possibly it may drown you,
though it does hold a golden hue.
though this "love" thing, it is harmful
and can be quite an armful.
it shot you through the heart,
some may even call you a work of art.
it's painful, it's strong, it's weak.
it may have you feeling bleak.
everyone raves for love
everyone craves for it as though it fits all like a glove.
but such a thing can suffocate
an individual will learn to hate.
nothing can save one with a shattered mind,
love will have this whole world blind.
