Love is an illusion ,
A fable,
Something you can't wait for when you hit your teens and the early stages of adulthood.
However once you have it ,
Someone will come right along and take it and throw it all away.
Like plucking the wings off a a bird.
It hurts.
It's a pang in your chest
The screams and the sobs always find there way out.
The illusion still fresh in your mind.
No matter the consequence,
It's what keeps you going ,
Knowing that you'll find it someday.
The illusion you keep in your mind will always be there.
Keeping you going on that path.
YOU ARE READING
the depths of my despair
PoetryYin & Yang . The good ,The bad. A balance between the two. This is the dark finding it's light through the depths of despair.
