Cheesy Cheese

Cheese

Love ends when actions are no longer driven by your passion;

When heedless silence becomes your fashion.

Love ends when each kiss turns into a reckless habit;

When words are no longer spoken from your heart.

But love never ends when you no longer wish to have it...

It never ends when you want to tear yourself apart.

Perhaps I should have never played it,

Perhaps I should have stopped right at the start.

Or maybe love is not meant for many.

Maybe not everyone has suffered and endured enough

To merit love's selfish ache pumping in the scruff.

If so, who is the one to decide

With whom love was destined to collide?

Yes, yes... collide is the word.

For you never know when love strikes you,

Hits, spins and stops the world around you.

Author's Note

Cheese

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Cheesy clingy love!
You've wrote down true and absolute words...loved reading it😊