Love is the only emotion
That makes one experience every other emotion combined in one

It takes one's honour
It takes one's soul

It makes one go from a blooming flower
To a flameful burnt flower
It puts a smile on one's face but brings rain into their heart

Love's fresh
But
Then
It
Rots
It heals
but
Then
It
Bleeds

And love makes one experience it all
All in one
All at once

This deadly disease of love leaves scars on my heart each time I try to find love within the seven seas.
With hope I travel these seas.
With determination I sail for weeks, months, and years.
With strength I face the unbearable airs and storms at seas.
And I still manage to get myself tangled in the airs of the disease.

The pride in his eyes
Melting into my soul
As fire spreads through the forest
It's spreading throughout my body
Like a thorn penetrating through my skin
It's eating me alive

The pride in his eyes
Is suffocating my soul
As thirst spreads through the throat
It's agonising my body
Like a neil penetrating through my bones
It's killing me bit by bit

The pride in his eyes
Is haunting me alive

At the end of the day, we all are stories written as cures or curses in people's lives ...
It possibly could be some beautiful curse that develops people's lives.
And some cure that ruins people's lives.
Yes, it might act opposite as some stories are forcefully forged by characters who aren't supposed to be tangled within the chapters in the stories.

Carrying a photocard of us
Is like carrying a broken dream

A broken dream, yes
I carry this dream in my pencil case
No I don't self sabotage myself by gazing at it all the time.
But I keep it to reassure me that you are here
Somewhere near
So near
Just right in my pencil case

Sometimes it's heavy
The weight of it just gets me
The broken pieces of this dream
Makes me bleed

But I carry it
Just a broken dream
Placing it in my pencil case so near
In a form of a photocard

Our
       souls
                  are
                          the
                                 perfect
                      symbolism
                of
         tied
souls

How many times do I have to play
the game of roses
where naively I ask if
"you love me?'
Or
"you love me not'
and let the petals cease our fate