"Love."
Such a broad term for a thousand and one feelings that can flash through the dark eyes of youth in only that of a second.
"Love" is dried sweet smelling rose petals; the innocent pink that dances ballet over crimson skies.
"Love" is always hello
But never goodbye
Love.
The hurricane around the world of calm. A destroyer. A completer.
Love is embrace that holds the scent of smoke; midnight battles of nothings and something's.
Love is her makeup, black rivers running down her face.
A sweetly bitter taste.
Love is the light that, white hot, he is forever on the chase.
It is the cigarette smoke that curls like black magic around lips; tired eyes that stare deep onto one another, uncovering secrets that no one ever knew.
"Love" is the dimpled cherry on top of a melted sundae. Sickingly sweet, but slowing disapating.
Love is freckled cheeks brushed pink and soft late night whispers of forgotten
"I love you"s
