Ludas: love that is played as a game or sport; conquest Mania: obsessive love; experience great emotional highs and lows Pragma: love that is driven by the head, not the heart
Baby blue, how suiting you were Such a natural born novice L o s t
/// NaΓ―ve /// playing in a rose garden Stabbed by thorns masked in Soft Pink Such a delicately pieced tragedy
You stupid Little Girl, How could you not know? Salt water lips stinging my tongue
Tuscan Sun engulfed by Black Obsidian snaking though your veins. Why? Thoughts intertwining with Feelings soon washes the alabaster with cherry
Lost in the abyss of her eyes, Breaths are heavier And your body constricts
You bite, You scratch, You wale in lusting agony
--- But roses no longer fill your lungs --- And marigold no longer fills your veins