For once three months, not six or two,
an odd number, but quarrels few,
that ended soft and gentle mild
to leave behind a wanting child
who sought to build off common ground
something to hold and only found
that those like her find her weak,
and would not bare to have her seek
within their mighty souls her heart,
which slowly came to fall apart.
She'd only ever wanted held
what solace comes when two can meld.
She'll face it now, the world is right.
What reason is there left to fight?
Empaths, like everyone, die to bones,
cold in the dark, and very alone.
So here are my thoughts, agree or disagree, this is true for everyone. Love is putting yourself into something so much that it hurts, and being happy about it anyway. Emotions aren't meant to be controlled, they just are. Love isn't meant to be controlled, it just is. No one loves before they're loved back because it's not possible for love to be one-sided, and in the end, we'll all start over if we have to... because above all is love is selfless and lacking judgement and starting over is the only option when you find that it is niether.
 Anetara · Wed Nov 10, 2004 @ 08:28am · 0 Comments |
