Love is powerful.
Love moves nations.
Love is the reason why America is the home of the free,
Because people before me loved humanity.
Love is the reason why I am typing this poem, because someone loved technology, and I love the power of words.
People have cried for love.
People have died for love.
The Earth is orbiting the Sun, and humans were created from the dust because God so loved the world.
Love is the reason why I am here today.
This emotion responsible for revolutions in all forms is the reason why the song playing now reminds me of a love I can never have.
A love that haunts my dreams, and nags at my conscious.
It's the love I constantly suppress and deny.
No matter how much I fight it, or push it away, it comes back.
In my dreams.
In my life.
Existing.
Creeping.
Festering.
Breathing.
Living.
YOU ARE READING
Smoke & Mirrors
PoesiaMy life is full of smoke and mirrors. I say one thing, but think another. This poetry book is a backstage pass to my life.
