what is love?
the cruelest form of affection...
a beautiful disaster to vulnerable people.
sunny days can outweigh the storm..
but when the storm comes
it's just unbearable..
it's not love's fault..
the people we choose to fulfill desires are caught
though i'm biased,
love hasn't always been the kindest
trusting one with a heart so fragile...
just makes it so hard to believe your tactile...
finding out the dirtiest of secrets
can leave this delicate rose to grieve and become sleepless
feeling lonely but wanting your comfort
i know better... so i need to assert
ruining my peace...
but i'm yearning for your crease..
I know I can't trust you...
but it's so hard to ignore you...
what a conflicting dilemma
suffering nights
untouched meals
love makes this one feel...