PROLOGUE:
LOVE CAN SOMETIMES BE THOUGHT AS SELFISH AND ONLY BRINGS SORROW TO THE ONES IN LOVE BUT ISN'T IT IRONIC TO SAY TRUE LOVE HURTS WHEN THE DECISION OF LOVING IS IN YOUR HANDS?
OR IS IT JUST YOU WHO'S SLOW ENOUGH TO WASTE SUCH A MOMENT WORTHY OF CARESSING?YOU KNOW TIME HATES LOSING ITSELF TO SOMETHING WHO'S NOT WORTHY OF THE PRICE.
YET OTHER PEOPLE BLAME LOVE TO BE THE SOURCE OF HEARTACHES OF THE WORLD BUT WOULDN'T IT BE MORE HUMOROUS TO BLAME YOURSELF FOR BEING SUCH A COWARD AND AN OUNCE POSSESIVE OF SOMETHING ,THE THING LESS PEOPLE COULD MANIPULATE AND EAT? IT IS SOMETHING WE CALL SELFLESS PRIDE..........
//////////LOST IN LOVE//////////
THE ART OF TRAGIC LOVE
Love is everything
Without it ,all is nothing
Faith will be useless
Nothing will be boundless.
It’s constant as the stars above
Nothing is farther than love
As high as the creator
No one can be the dictator.
Not all things can be said
Same as not all feelings can be read
You’ve found such, such love
When your heart is at content.
Oblivion for things is clear
Obsession is not a dear
For love is a principle of good
While infatuation is outside the mood.
Such as this true story
Proving several of reality
Sometimes a false glory
For true love is truly weary.
I saw you lying in the hospital
Making my state also crucial
Every beat is vital
Depleting what is partial.
I reminisce the time we met
Our candle have been lit
It all started with a bet
Placing both of us in a pit.
By the time I knew
Your remaining life were few
It felt like my galaxy blew
Why did everything uncontrollably grew?
Problems and heartaches
Solo eating our own anniversary cakes
Crying over spilt mistakes
Complex as ga-zillion snowflakes.
Even swallowing my pride
Could not lengthen the ride
The ripper already bid goodbye
Holding you beside.
If only I wasn’t a coward
I might have been your safe guard
You might have been keep moving forward
Gaining love’s reward.
Now the arrow that had pierced my heart
Plunged, landed deep like the sharpest dart
My teardrops raging with the rainfall
Oh, how I missed the name I used to call.
You once asked me
If ever I get tired
Carrying you behind
That myself I hired.
Saying if ever you get fat
Well then I didn’t plot
To prevent the clot
I said, of course not.
Instead, I will also get fat
As much as your belly’s cat
So that together we may
Roll over the all the way.
Then again, I mourned
Like the Armageddon has horned
Keeping the scar forever unstitched
Tell me, can all this be healed?
And so I’ve learned
Life is rapidly burned
Wasting the love that’s not just an emotion
But precisely an involuntary action!
