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Love is not kind Love is not sweet Love is like a million knives piercing all skin cells and tissue that exist in your body You give it out in hope that you will receive it back But you just stand there like a macho man deflating by the day waiting for it to transpire You grow weak by the day because it knows that it has power over you Insecurity, pain, few-second joy, sorrow, anguish and despondency become your closest of mates. As much as they may not understand what you are going through, they are still there Piercing through your eyes trying to see if their job has been done Love is not what people say it out to be "Oh babe I love you so much" It ends up making people say this "I regret the day that I ever lay my eyes on you" Hurt and pain is all that structures your life. Love is a choice and as much as I may have decided to have it in my life, I am not guaranteed that it will be there forever Seasons change and so do people Now all that is left for me to do is to prepare, sit and just wait.
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Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 1:24 AM UTC
Love
Love is not kind Love is not sweet Love is like a million knives piercing all skin cells and tissue that exist in your body You give it out in hope that you will receive it back But you just stand there like a macho man deflating by the day waiting for it to transpire You grow weak by the day because it knows that it has power over you Insecurity, pain, few-second joy, sorrow, anguish and despondency become your closest of mates. As much as they may not understand what you are going through, they are still there Piercing through your eyes trying to see if their job has been done Love is not what people say it out to be "Oh babe I love you so much" It ends up making people say this "I regret the day that I ever lay my eyes on you" Hurt and pain is all that structures your life. Love is a choice and as much as I may have decided to have it in my life, I am not guaranteed that it will be there forever Seasons change and so do people Now all that is left for me to do is to prepare, sit and just wait.
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kamoo
Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 1:24 AM UTC
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