Why doesn't love ever die? And take with it the pain, the urge, the expectation? Why does it have to tug, to lurch at the very thought? of our lips blending and our hands closing? The lining of pain lurking close behind, waiting to plunge at the lightest word submerging red in black. I want it! Yet I hate it. I love you! Yet I lose you.
I am reminded so much about my past. Its so hard to let go sometimes. We got to suffer in love, that's what it seems. Wish it could be any easier. Great job.
Love can make us dance in the rain and make us cry in the dark alone. I like the way you expressed the emotion of love. A strong ending to a excellent poem.
Coyote
Love is a constant trial, but sometimes it can be the most fufilling. It may just be that life has to have duality. Love means pain, Laughter means crying, and light means darkness is coming. i guess those could be reversed too...
Hello there!
I'm Priyanka, a dreamer's soul, a Pisces incarnate ( ;) ), with endless aims and endless aspirations. I'm here to give a voice to my emotions, to get in touch with my true being, to me.. more..