Sep 19
To love or not to love - that is the question: Whether its easier to remember, or to forget long memories and, by hiding, avoid the pain.
To love, to love to feel - no more - and by thinking to say I lost the happiness I had once felt and that of his own - it’s a loss I do not wish to feel.
To love, to feel -
to feel - perhaps to cry. Yes, its the truth, for in feeling what awful actions may come after when I am running from death’s call, someone must make me stop and live. That’s the thought that makes a mess of ones heart for who would want to face the truth of thine fears, the first loss of something beautiful, the crushing weight of forever, the ache of loss in your heart, the emptiness in your chest. My breath is shallow and I cannot see for the light is no longer shining. Soon the darkness will creep upon me but when will my emotions come to life?
Who would heed the threatening tears, to scream and cry through the many days, the horror of losing thine sanity to love makes me twist in agony and the demons came faster than the time went for my heart to stop beating.
I stand in a blurred daze, wanting to go back a few weeks, instead of wasting that crucial time tearing myself apart looking for answers that’ll never come.
Thus the chance of missing life makes us move on and thus the pain of love is made clear by the reality of short lives and minds made peaceful, with thoughts of a new beginning may you lose the dark thoughts of tomorrows night.
To love, to love to feel - no more - and by thinking to say I lost the happiness I had once felt and that of his own - it’s a loss I do not wish to feel.
To love, to feel -
to feel - perhaps to cry. Yes, its the truth, for in feeling what awful actions may come after when I am running from death’s call, someone must make me stop and live. That’s the thought that makes a mess of ones heart for who would want to face the truth of thine fears, the first loss of something beautiful, the crushing weight of forever, the ache of loss in your heart, the emptiness in your chest. My breath is shallow and I cannot see for the light is no longer shining. Soon the darkness will creep upon me but when will my emotions come to life?
Who would heed the threatening tears, to scream and cry through the many days, the horror of losing thine sanity to love makes me twist in agony and the demons came faster than the time went for my heart to stop beating.
I stand in a blurred daze, wanting to go back a few weeks, instead of wasting that crucial time tearing myself apart looking for answers that’ll never come.
Thus the chance of missing life makes us move on and thus the pain of love is made clear by the reality of short lives and minds made peaceful, with thoughts of a new beginning may you lose the dark thoughts of tomorrows night.
A play on Hamlets, to be or not to be. I had to write this in my pre-AP class in high school.
