Why do we act nice to other people?
Show concern, give them false hope,
supplying them with
a faulty sense of security which is
repeatedly torn down by reality.
Yet Love is the worse feeling we all seem
to have.
Love lasts for years, millenniums, centuries,
but it's unpredictable.
It's basically a game with our hearts on
the line; we blindly step into a field of an infinitely
unknown probability.
A blind passion, a desperate emotion that
hurts a lot more than it claims to help.
But why do we foolishly place ourselves out there
for pain, for disappointment...
I just want to know why, no understand why
we feel compassionate about another?
Why are we compelled to Love each other, when in
the end, down the line, somewhere along
the road, we'll end up hating each other?
 UnLukii · Tue Jul 21, 2009 @ 01:03pm · 0 Comments |
