No Control
trying to control who you love
is like trying to control the weather;
The winter season starts...
&it begins to snow.
you like the snow, at first,
you like the snow alot.
you even begin to love it!
&you love it for a long time,
but then you get sick...
&the snow keeps falling.
you know that it's bad for you,
but you just cant ignore it!
you want it to stop snowing,
oh, so badly!
but the snow wont stop.
&its not going to stop.
not until the season's over...
poem by Gianna Miklasz
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