Something Called Love
It’s like thunder during a storm
or sitting by a fire to keep warm.
It’s like lightning going through the sky,
or watching as the clouds go by.
It’s like a rock n roll concert,
or listening to the birds chirp.
It’s everything exciting and relaxing in one.
It’s everything scary and everything fun.
It’s everything you never expect,
at the same time it’s completely perfect.
It’s not easily understood,
but you know it’s something good.
It makes your heart flutter
and makes your words stutter.
It’s like nothing you’ve felt before,
and it’s impossible to ignore.
It originated from above.
It’s something called love.
11th grade, 16 years old.
