BY: AMY HATCH
Love strikes the innocent
It does not discriminate
It hurts, it numbs, it breaks
Love requires taking a risk
giving your all.
It requires constant attention
and nourishment.
Love cannot grow in a box
It cannot breathe in a tomb
Love comes creeping along
when no one is looking for it
It pounces unexpectedly
Maybe
Unintentional
Unbelievable
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