WHAT IS LOVE?
what is love?, is something i continued to say to myself whenever i find myself with you.
how your presence i'm excited to be around or your touch i crave to be felt against my own skin.
oh, how i hunger for your lips the way they meet mines coming as one creating a masterpiece that longs to be put together.
you make me feel,
it's indescribable to put in words but i feel happy when i'm with you.
truly happy to where i cry to God praying that he won't take you away from me. is this what love is?
having to suffer the thought of not being with you,
and being incredibly satisfied with pleasure when i am with you?
this doesn't feel right.
i don't want to feel like this,
when time comes my heart will be shattered into a million of pieces,
and it would be so difficult to put it back together even if you tried.
the thought of my life being loveless. but than you tell me otherwise.
is it your words against mines?
your thoughts against my owns?
can i trust you and this love?
can i give you my heart and pray you won't take advantage of it,
destroy it maybe?
this makes me sick.
i can live my life without love, can i?
so many questions and yet no answers.
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Wandering Thoughts
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