BY RACHELL PAK
Are you supposed to look away for love?
Escape the comforts you have every day?
Or take a chance that might not sail above,
Look under corners, holes, and deep dark caves?
Is it the bittersweet good-bye you fare,
To venture off and travel far away?
Is it the one uncomfortable dare,
That doesn’t care for horror or dismay?
To go away and never seek the past,
Forget the ones, who will remember you,
And even when you know you never can,
They’ll always be the ones to hold your hand.
Oh, love is one, who sees you out to roam,
And welcomes you when you have come back home.