A person may love someone deeply.
And then it fades.
Love is found.
Love is lost.
The circle will continue on until you find your soulmate.
Time to time, there is no love present. Trust is then unpresent too; it has flown out the window.
Until someone builds it back. Brick by brick, in the way houses are built, block by block, but with strategy to ensure it doesn't fall, to make sure it has strength.
Love for someone will build the soul up, only to knock it down. Love for anyone will bring tears to your eyes. Tears of happiness, tears of sadness, or hatred even.
Though who knows what love truely is? Love defines love. But to be true, I have been a little unjust towards love. It really isn't love who breaks people. Infact it is the people who use it as a weapon to destroy; sometimes unintentional and sometimes as revenge or to avenge.
Love is present forever. Those dark days where you feel as if no-one loves you. It is you neglecting the love, refusing to believe it exists towards you.
I am not sure what love, you have been thinking off. I have made a diagram of what love is to me, and how I define it. You may see that the diagram ends in sex, but only because sex is making love and sex needs a whole new diagram which maybe in time I will create.
Though love could be family. Love could be friendship. Love can be anything. BUT used in any of these cases it is a weapon.
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Just Another Yesterday
Poetry¡!Warning!¡ This book consists of thoughts, raw feelings and inevitable truths. This book may cause you to relate. So proceed with caution because it may ignite hidden emotions! ~completed~
