Why do people love when "love" just doesn't seem to love back? Why do we chase it. It just doesnt make sense. To long for a warmth that can easily die out, why do we search for something that wants to stay hidden? "Love" doesn't want to be found. Not now, not by me. For most would hold and never let go, when others will release it and say "Be Free."
The Double-Edged Sword. Sweat nothings, unfinished promises, tainted lips, unheard words. Just another set of loves disease. From a smile that can melt the heart to a smile that can hide all the pain.
It's so Cliche.
We long, search, accept, yet at the same time run, cast away,and deny all that accompanies it. So what exactly is this I'm writing? What am i trying to say? I wish I knew. Just random compiled thoughts of the "heart-stricken writer", trying to find meaning behind one simple word, that brings so many complicated feelings.
