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Love is love. That's all there is to it,
or is there more?
The thick lines entwined and entangled deep
within the meaning of the word "Love."
How do we react to this word? How do we know
its true?
As if life itself were a mere obstacle and "it"
the true goal, our only drive.
But with such a powerful emotion, a price is
dealt.
Hatred, pain, heartbreak, loss, depression,
all symptoms of Love's setbacks.
Love is not eternal, it never was, it never will be.
It is not to be focused on, but to be used
in the rarest of moments.
But that's why you Hate Love.
You Hate it because when it comes, it also goes,
quickly and yet sometimes hesitantly, yet more painful.
Its suffering itself keeps many at bay.......
Alas, we all love that feeling.
It's warmth, its butterflies in your stomachs.
It all gives us that feeling of hope, the feeling of security.
Love creates its false pretense in which to
bribe one onside.
It lures us in, tempting us, loving us for the moment,
and then snaps us out as if we never existed.
To be or not to be killed, to love or not be loved or to not love at all,
those are the rules; Love's setbacks.
Learn to despise Love, all the while, enjoy it while you
can.
For you love Love for one moment, and the next you Hate it.....
 UnLukii · Tue Jul 21, 2009 @ 12:42pm · 0 Comments |
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