I once heard a boy say,
"Don't say 'love', too many people who do don't mean it."
And I thought, how true is that?
"Love" is such a misused,
Abused,
An overused word.
I told myself,
I will never say I love anyone,
Not unless I meant it,
Not unless I was sure.
But how can one be sure?
I've seen so many people now,
Throwing around that word,
"Love."
But they never meant it.
They never loved the person.
They loved the idea of the word
"Love."
I thought I had seen it at one time,
"Love"
I wrote a poem,
About them,
About love,
Or at least what I thought it was,
But that was a lie.
It was just a word
Then I learned to love a family.
A family tha