At a highest of #5 in poetry on 26/12/2015
We are not afraid to love, but are afraid of not being loved back...
"I didn't choose to love you, it just happened,
I desired to hate you, but it didn't happen
All for once, you seemed to light
The darkness encompassing my soul,
And a mate-
To devour my loneliness"...
It wasn't my mouth, rather my heart. I didn't speak this out, but felt to the optimum...
I did love...someone...my best friend ever...but he couldn't love me back,
and the very thought would induce a certain fear in me, a dreadful insecurity, which I suppose, was to leave its footprints on the ages to come...
This is my life;this is my memoir;this is my soul, all bound by a common thread- the thread of my isolated mind, and the fabric of my forbidden love...