Value: The Meaning
+20How did we get here..
Nothing left to do..
What’s wrong, it means nothing;
I love you.
Nothing, anymore.
A lit window, an open door.
Trying so hard,
Can’t say what you mean,
It means nothing.
Among so many,
Yet so few,
Mean it when I say it..
I love you.
This poem was written/submitted by Psuedonymous Fog.
