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About the wierd thing people call love.

I keep asking myself, wondering how.
I keep closing my eyes, but I can't block you out.
I can try to pretend, I can try to forget.
But it's driving me mad, going out of my head.
Will I ever be free?

Is it true love? Is it love that lasts forever? I really think that love exists, but I find it hard to believe that it's forever. Or is it that there is only one person you are meant to be with, that all other conditions ends because it is not the right person? That sound more logical. For why else would some conditions running out, and some stay? Or it is because of people, all might not be mature enough to have a long relationship so they break up even if they're in love. Sometimes, maybe you call it love but there is more about that people wanna be with someone to feel secure. Then when it's a setback, it turned out that it was not true love that would otherwise stick them together. I have no idea how things are, but love is something fishy in all cases. Something that will never be explained but always will be there. Love is so extremely powerful and has very big impact in our lives. It can make us feel all the positive feelings that exist, but also all negative. It can make us feel like we're floating, but it can also make us feel like we're sinking down to the bottom. Completely disturbed that the same feeling can give so incredibly different effects. It could save our lives, but it can also destroy them. And even if we know what love can do to us, we always continue to look for it. We know that it can destroy our lives, but we continue again and again to take that risk. For it's in our nature, the search for love.




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Publicerad 2010-11-13 21:08



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