Love is heartwarmingly harmful Love is a beautiful beast Love is what you want and what you are expected to want You only want love when you're lonely They say love hurts But wanting love hurts Hurt loves me What about love doesn't hurt? Do we all just love to hurt?
But what does it mean to love? Is it the the clear mind of recent meditation? The soft sounds of the early morning? The rising sun? The quiet rush of a waterfall? Or is it those asthma inducing heart palpitations? Uncontrollable, painful questionable. Trying to define love I feel similar to a moth attracted to a flame I am terrified. But I am willing to die for love. I am willing to die for just a taste.
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PoetryThis book is filled with every poem that seems to force its way out of me. Every time a feeling cannot be expressed in any other form.
