Just something that came to my mind..
Love is…
staying alone in a world away, reminiscing
moments that never happened.
Love is making lusts holy through senseless upbringing,
Of false eternal warmth and stupid thinking.
Love is an entity the heart conceives
yet the mind can never perceive.
It is when one falls into a pit
And embraces darkness, like her soul’s.
It is when one is eaten by bit,
Slowly, surely, harnessing the grit
Of the lost.
Love is like a thing no other.
It is a torture of time and of the mind.
It is a suicide of the soul.
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