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Nov 2013
I don't know what to think of this.
                                   L o v e
Four little, inconspicuous letters.
One syllable.
Chock full of meaning.
                power
             joy
      perfect
  physical
emotional
                                              (p  a  i  n  f  u  l)
Its bittersweet.
Sometimes, it makes your heart soar
Sometimes its so intense it HURTS
So much, you question if its worth it.
... But in the end you know it is.
Because you've never in your life have you felt like this,
Felt so linked to another soul,
Never had anyone care about you,
And you know, if it ever ended,
You wouldn't know what to do with yourself.
Its too late to go back to who you were before.
Back to the cynical, loveless, ignorantly blissful girl from before.
I'll never not believe in love again.
I'll never be content all alone again.
For the first time in my life,
I'm terrified of being left alone.
           I
        Need
         You.
Please, never leave make me be alone again?
I don't want to be alone...
Adalaide Rose
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