Friday, February 17, 2012

Love is flames (late valentines poem)

Love hates the thought of being loved

But rejoices in the hate shoved

Upon the faces of those with nothing to ebrace

We constantly race

In life to find someone who can fufill us as a whole

But we often forget we must first embrace ourselves in this blackhole

Of feelings that we often throw away to visit upon another day

We recycle the tears but often trash the happiness so we can say

We are all alone but are we really because I know out of all the infinite things in this world

Something loves us

The only question is are we too blind or deaf of all our senses to feel and embrace it

In definition we are because we are human

In statement this is loves room when

The lights of the world dim low

We poll off are skin and the flames of love begin to show


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