“Love does not exist”
“Love is ****
“Love is just a word that we make up in our heads to fill our infinite emptiness”,
Is what I say to myself. As if I could drill these beliefs into my head, subliminal messages to soothe my cracked and flaking heart.
These lungs are my own personal generator fueling my skull
Turbines working overtime
Maybe love is the only tangible idea within this existence
Maybe I am just scared
So I bury the idea under the earth, waiting for the tree roots to weave themselves throughout my love
And sprouting a small, delicate oak tree. And one day, it will grow.
And like all flowers or trees, this seed will need water
and plenty of sunshine
Nov 19, 2012
Nov 19, 2012 at 8:07 PM UTC
“Love does not exist”
“Love is ****
“Love is just a word that we make up in our heads to fill our infinite emptiness”,
Is what I say to myself. As if I could drill these beliefs into my head, subliminal messages to soothe my cracked and flaking heart.
These lungs are my own personal generator fueling my skull
Turbines working overtime
Maybe love is the only tangible idea within this existence
Maybe I am just scared
So I bury the idea under the earth, waiting for the tree roots to weave themselves throughout my love
And sprouting a small, delicate oak tree. And one day, it will grow.
And like all flowers or trees, this seed will need water
and plenty of sunshine
