Love is nothing but a choise,
To let it in or maybe not.
Love is evil but also Good,
It only depends how much blind are you.
How much brave can you be to run,
run and go into this dark place,
even knowing you'll never find your way again,
knowing you won't be able seeing anymore?
How much brave can you be...to love?
Love is just a survival instinct
Which helps you to live not just survive
But one day... She'll run away without saying you goodbye,
Leaving you in this dark and cold crudle of lies,
Leaving you in wonder if it's worth lovin again someone else...
YOU ARE READING
The deepest part of me.
PoetryA collection of poems and thoughts that I'll post when I'm inspired to post. they are completely written by me. It describes what i feel and what i see and it's a way of expressing my deepest emotions. it talks about love,death,life,people,feelings...
