To love is to be playing with fire,
so dangerous; so seductive.
Once you love, it can
Destroy you; Burn you; Deceive you.
But it can also
Comfort you; Treasure you; Embrace you.
Once you love, there is
No turning back; Only moving forward; Or wait.
But one wrong move, it will drag you down
To your worst nightmare; To your very own Hell; To your last moment.
Once you love, it is never going to be the same.
Your heart belongs to someone else;
Your thoughts are only about them;
Your body craves only their touch.
But when you have lost everything, you'd be born
Anew; Different; Yet the same.
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My Own Truths
PoetryOriginal poems written by me. This includes a variety of topics.
