What is love?
Very cliché and typical topic for a poet, a writer, motivational speaker or even an ordinary human being
And never understood by many
The word being played around like a pebble I kick everytime I go to the bus stop
The feeling though... the feeling can never be played around with
Like a boomerang, you throw it away without care,
and it comes back when you least expect it
I never understood it either
All have experienced some kind of love
But not everyone gets the great opportunity of a life time
Every human being craves for that kind of love
The other kinds of love are never enough
Nothing is ever enough for our race
The feeling is so strong,
So powerful
That even an amateur like me,
Can talk about it:
how it's supposed to feel,
The sparks and butterflies;
The blind eyes that only see colour
The trust that comes with it:
The dependance on another human being
The angst;
And all the other emotions
I can go on and on about love
Like another innocent, naive and inexperienced human being who vomits the words like a love sick fuck
I've never fallen in love
But I speak with a mouth of a lover
The word 'love' used to bring a sour taste filled with fright to mouth
My mind believed that love is just a feeling;
"Depending on someone other than your mother is too much, you'll end up getting too dependent;
Too many emotions all over the place;
Too much heartbreak;
You can survive without that kind of love"
But seeing it from so many makes you crave for it
It's like a seductress, that comes when you least expect her
(I'm not saying that only women can be seductive)
And once she has you, you can't run or break free
The fear of the unbalanced love
Your heart shatters when the other half leaves
You feel like it's the end of the world
Every thing is just monotonous and dull; life is not all sunshine and rainbows
His or her name makes you flinch and your heart soar everytime it's whispered everywhere
Your heart only seemed to be alive when the love was still there
You ask yourself if you want to experience all that:
The unexplainable happiness that also comes with pain
And you and I both know we will soar for love
We both hope that someone out there dreams of an idea of us
The one who's breath you will take away, the first time cupid stands over your heads
That's what love is...
I think
Hey guys😆 so after all the sad poems, I couldn't help but thinking about the whole prospect of love after reading a beautiful book here on Wattapad. This poem is really conversational and I hope I was able to actually voice out some opinions that agree with me😉
Please don't forget to give me some feedback, even if it's negative☺
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