What is Love?
Love is an emotional attraction
A battlefield of thoughts and actions
Unspoken magnetic powers
Love is War.
What is Love?
Love is a psychological trick
An invention of society
A happenstance happily-ever-after
Love is Chance.
What is Love?
Love is the fear of being alone
The need for companionship
The terror of living for no one but yourself
Love is Fear.
What is Love?
Love is larger than life
Unpredictable, priceless, and pure
Deeper than the universe itself
Love is Unattainable.
Friday, February 15, 2008
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Peeling Paint
Ignorance never was bliss
What I didn't know, what I refused to accept
Hurt me in the end
Everything comes in its own time
Slowly the sands of time cover, hide
My mistakes, my foolishness, my regrets
And among the crystalized stones
New hope is born, fires rekindled
Friendships bandaged, healing
Self awareness replaces self conciousness
Popularity makes way for confidence
Feelings of hatred, anger, disgust
Fade into the background
Their memory faint
Another layer of paint on the wall of life
Soon to be covered with a new color
A new leaf
A second chance
What I didn't know, what I refused to accept
Hurt me in the end
Everything comes in its own time
Slowly the sands of time cover, hide
My mistakes, my foolishness, my regrets
And among the crystalized stones
New hope is born, fires rekindled
Friendships bandaged, healing
Self awareness replaces self conciousness
Popularity makes way for confidence
Feelings of hatred, anger, disgust
Fade into the background
Their memory faint
Another layer of paint on the wall of life
Soon to be covered with a new color
A new leaf
A second chance
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