by Rocio Montaya I. Sometimes, love grows. Sometimes, when love grows, it does not run wild, like haphazard branches of a tree you wanted to stand beside. It does not unravel like a birthday present, hidden deep under layers of suspense, and adventure. It does not swirl around the world like a rainbow, celebrating first touches, accidental eye contacts, and naked phone calls. Sometimes, when love grows, it grows like the lines of a poem which once marked tombstones around your heart. It sticks like a fresh bruise under your feet, and makes you want to run, behind butterflies and stars. It grows like a seed in your throat, every-time you gulp, it scalps a little skin, and heart. Sometimes, when love grows, it outgrows you. – Mayank Arora II. Sometimes, love dies. Sometimes, love dies like the falling autumn leaves That swirl in a storm And before you know it, the summer is over. Sometimes, love dies like t
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