A Young Girl Once Said
Love isn't so easily understood or clarified, it has a dozen definitions linked to weak matches. It is relentless, vigorous, painfully quick yet achingly slow. It creates holes that are tangible, solidifies half truths, a fault feeling that doesn't alway reap rewards.
Yet a girl once said who cares? How saddening it is to be debilitated by fear. Love is intended to fail, to feel until there is no more dead ends left to go. You spin your heart into a circle, grasping lingering burst of pleasure, dreaming about the sound of their voice, your mind stripped in half, a part in the clouds and a part in reality.
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Screaming Into The Void
Poetry#1 in poetry :) #1 in free verse :) Have you ever felt like it was the end? Like today was just a bad day? That no matter how many times you believe that something can happen that it just might not? That no one gives a damn at all? That all you do...
