//for english class / valentine's day//
LOVE?
LOVE is just a word.
But behind its mask
LOVE hides many ideas.
THEY SAY:
LOVE can be beautiful.
LOVE can be weakness.
LOVE is adorable.
LOVE is agony.
THEY SAY:
It is a silver dagger piercing
through the innocent heart.
It is a soft bandage closing
a damaged wound.
THEY SAY:
To love is to destroy
and to love is to become a
s a v i o r.
THEY SAY:
It's holding on and
it's l e t t i n g go.
It's the unattainable thing.
It's the c o m m o n thing.
THEY SAY:
LOVE is knowing him
for a really long time--
sometimes never knowing her
at
a l l.
I SAY:
Then there are people like me:
neutral in the long wars and is
still heavily searching on for what
love truly means?
[And who is this LOVE for?
Who deserves this?]
F A M I L Y ?
S T R A N G E R S ?
F R I E N D S ?
F I E N D S ?
To imaginary characters that
live nowhere but on a page of
a book?
To say my last something:
LOVE means nothing.
PEOPLE mean everything.
