Love.
The word by itself.
Was simple.
But yet things,
are often like that from far away.
When it comes knocking.
You feel as if your hosting,
not a party with humans.
No, with animals.
Of course you'll deny it.
Brush it off with one hand.
Saying I'm so not falling.
Only you lie.
Like Alice you fall down deeper.
And you keep falling even further,
unsure if its a safe or unsafe drop.
You just keep falling.
Now you could just land on pillows,
or on a pile of knifes.
But the thing is that you made a choice.
This is what love does.
You wouldn't of guessed,
that love and hate run on the same ice.
Soon you may slip and fall on
the cold and bitter void of confusion.
Or see the beauty of it all.
This is what love feels like.
YOU ARE READING
Night Falls
PoesíaPlease don't judge me too hard! These are just some random poems that I thought of on the spot so they may not make sense. I am fixing some and taking time on others as well.
