What are feelings?
Are they butterflies in your stomach when you fall in love?
Or are they thunderstorms, that crush you in a matter of seconds?
Or maybe they are small elements in your mind, slowly taking over your thoughts and actions, ripping you apart without you realizing?
Feelings are nothing, but they are everything.
Feelings are deadly,yet beautiful; like a red rose with its striking thorns,bound to break off its stem.
The rose didn't choose to break.
The rose didn't want to fall.
But feelings, feelings take over,
just like they do to anyone.
Feelings are fatal.
Jan 27, 2019
Jan 27, 2019 at 4:58 PM UTC
What are feelings?
Are they butterflies in your stomach when you fall in love?
Or are they thunderstorms, that crush you in a matter of seconds?
Or maybe they are small elements in your mind, slowly taking over your thoughts and actions, ripping you apart without you realizing?
Feelings are nothing, but they are everything.
Feelings are deadly,yet beautiful; like a red rose with its striking thorns,bound to break off its stem.
The rose didn't choose to break.
The rose didn't want to fall.
But feelings, feelings take over,
just like they do to anyone.
Feelings are fatal.
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