I don’t know what came over me but damn this poured out of me …
What’s this love you speak of? That love that comes on strong so easily, that distant bond made between two souls itching to become one? Both trying to find the meaning to this feeling, the meaning of the sheer craziness that’s lingering to the depth of our hearts, our soul, that’s love. Tell me something, what’s this love you speak of? That constant feeling of wanting, of desiring that soul and wanting them to desire yours. That comes with jealousy that is mixed with confusion and allusion wrapped in a bowl of hate thinking, no one can relate, to that feeling so strong, that feeling of wanting no one, to interfere to the bond you form with that one. That bond that increases within time. But what’s love become, when your left to love all alone? depression? pain and hurt? What’s this love you speak of? what is it worth? Love so profound…Ah, it’s worth the memories, the memories of having something that was once there, having someone who was here, love so clear, love so real, love that was so true to you, that was once alive. A bond that once was formed through pure attraction, pure desire, sweet love that should never be forgotten.
Even though It was never meant to be yes, I’m letting go leaving it as nothing more than a memory. But forever secured & engraved in my heart like a work of art. Remaining just a topic written long ago in my diary.
