There's this thing in my heart
That I like to call love
Something that is rather terrifying
Yet as soothing as it comes
It sneaks in like the predator with its prey
And captures us without delay
You never realize.
Until your tangled in lies
that poor petrified soul
Just ruined our lives
Covered us in memories
That conquers our minds
It gives us hope
Like the sun and the moon
Yet it leads you
To that irreplaceable doom
There's this thing in my heart
That I like to call love
Something that is rather terrifying
Yet as soothing as it comes
YOU ARE READING
Too late
PoetryCan you imagine the unimaginable? Dream the unthinkable? I guess it just comes down to words....
