Love In Itself
What is It
Love?
And to be loved in Return?
The greatest thing anyone can ever ask for in life
Is it not?
Greater than the fastest plane
Greater than the fastest car
Greater than the fastest boat
Love is the Greatest single Entity in All The 7 Seas…
It Is better to Love
And not Be loved in Return
Than Never to Love at all…
Love is a Mystery
Deeper than the depths of the sea
Like a Crime
That even the best cannot Decipher
Love is like the rain
It can flood
And bring vivid color to life
Give Birth to the most beautiful of all things
Life is prosperous
All is well
Love is Like a Rose
Beautiful In appearance
But if you get too close
You Bleed
And like the second it all started
You were climbing the stairway to Heaven
Life was but a dream
It all seemed to good to be true
A Mirage
It can all end
All Good things must come to an end
Like a Drought
No more rainfall
All those beautiful things created
Will Die
Starve
In a last attempt To
Plunder From A blankness of nothing in itself
Like this page once was
Before the thoughts spilled from my skull
As they still do…
But do all things have to come to an end
Does The Rain
Have to stop falling
Or Can we live in
In Nirvana
Forever
And Find happiness
With what we have
Or was it All just a dream
And nothing more
A thought of what could be
But never really truly exist together
Like a Snake having dinner with its prey
To toy with its thoughts
It very emotions
And soul
Tempting it With Something it can never have
Like when you tell a child no…
They always ending up doing it anyways
To throw a bone for a dog
And have it disappear in the nothingness
That of which we had
The relationship between myself
And The Beauty of which I lay my eyes upon
The lustrous hair flowing in the wind
As she turns away from me
A gleam of Distant Lights
Not even a glance back in the rearview mirror
At The prey which had once looked so good
But now you are done with it
Like A boy tired of his first toy…
It no longer excites him
He needs something better
Faster
Much more entertaining
Like you In many ways
Not amused with that which had tried so hard to amuse you…
Just sitting there
Disposed off
Never to be played with again
Like a heart that once did beat
Never to Beat Again…
The feeling of being put back on the shelf
Like a medicine
Only there to help you
At your convenience
When ever your lonely
Whenever your sad
Whenever you need someone to hold you
Not caring that for feelings of that of another human being…
Never thinking for second
That maybe
Just maybe
They would like to be held onto
And cared for
For just a second
That you may have to spare
As I stare at your taillights
As you drive off
To find a better life…
That image branded
In the back of my Mind
Off That everlasting Gaze…
Imprisoned In my head
With no escape
I run
As fast as humanly possible to escape it
But only to run into it again
The thought that maybe
One Day
We will be together again
Forever…
A famous man once said
“It is better to have loved
Than to have Never Loved At All”
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