What Love Is.

What love is..

Yeah, that’s a good question..

For me..

It’s a never ending darkness that you don’t feel bad about..

It’s a crash without control..

It’s death but in a lively way..

It’s simply wanting to live in darkness that you never stopped to think about..

The feeling actually gets to me..

Just because of the people that know me would say that I’m not depressed..

But never have they seen me..

Depressed..

Lonely..

Suicidal..

 

 

By that I bid you all good morning.

 

Best Regards,

 

A Fallen Hero.

Author's Note

Honest Opinion.
This is just a good morning poem for you all.

Reviews

[Inyourshadow]

Nay my friend love is the pain with you bear with open chest, the blood you spill willingly from bloodshot eyes from sitting up to watch them sleep. Love is the ache of legs from standing beneath there window just for a chance to see them for a moment and the flu caught because it rained so hard. Depression is the loss of love not the exceptance of it, love fills one up and when alone we feel so empty, as one true depressive to another, loved the darker feelings of this poem, keep em' coming

[Coyote Poetry]

I learn from a thousand mistakes. Love is very difficult and hard to hold on to. My only real wisdom I can give. Don't be negative. Better to hold on to silence then rub dirt into pain. I like your poem. Most of us will get wasted by love. Lesson will be many. If you are lucky. You will have many good lesson to remember when you are old and gray. Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote

[Brook Hughes]

Good morning! great poem. very short Keep writing

[stars are far]

this was so nice ..
great work :)

[Dayran]

Sounds to me like you're in love, particularly in the way in which it creates acceptance. Great write!