This love is a masochist,
A sadist lover of history.
This love is an elixir,
A drug made to feel eternity.
This love is a storm,
A phenomena that kills many.
This love is a forest fire,
A flame that awakens agony.
And I am eaten by this love,
As well as the agony it gives.
I am eaten by this agony,
As well as the pleasure it brings.
I am eaten by this pleasure,
As well as the truth that it offers.
Along and inside this voidness,
Was me, waiting to be accepted.
I've been empty inside and out,
Waiting to be filled by your love,
But so it seems like waiting's eternal.
So I will drink this addicting drug,
I'll imbibe the feeling of eternity.
For I know that it'll be a long wait,
Until you realize that you love me too.
Three words with just Eight letters,
Just say it, and I'll be alone again.
But atleast it did filled a part of me,
And I'll no longer fear this love.
This love that you've given me.
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Unspoken (Collection of Poems)
PoetryRandom poems here! Some may be good and some may not. Well I just write everything when my brain keeps on nagging me. So here it goes! Enjoy...atleast try.
