A feeling that life should never end...or maybe not knowing where to begin.
A thought, passion ecstasy, bliss, but why does my heart ache like this.
Rushing, consuming, exploding, satisfaction...yet it ends with a pained reaction.
Love is the spring of life we all draw upon, it's for us to nurture that life, and see what it becomes.
Jun 19, 2015
Jun 19, 2015 at 2:33 AM UTC
A feeling that life should never end...or maybe not knowing where to begin.
A thought, passion ecstasy, bliss, but why does my heart ache like this.
Rushing, consuming, exploding, satisfaction...yet it ends with a pained reaction.
Love is the spring of life we all draw upon, it's for us to nurture that life, and see what it becomes.
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