Love...
The word I fear the most.
For I have yet to feel it...
The freedom of self,
The comfort of touch...
The compassion of another,
The understanding of another to the fullest...
The irresistible pull to one another,
What I have been told about love seems so fleeting and disguised...
Unobtainable?
The world I live in always stealing from me.
My thoughts, my emotions, my personality...
What is love?
What is love if you have never understood the word itself?
What is love, when never feeling?
It's incomprehensible...
Until you really feel.
Jul 26, 2020
Jul 26, 2020 at 4:24 AM UTC
Love...
The word I fear the most.
For I have yet to feel it...
The freedom of self,
The comfort of touch...
The compassion of another,
The understanding of another to the fullest...
The irresistible pull to one another,
What I have been told about love seems so fleeting and disguised...
Unobtainable?
The world I live in always stealing from me.
My thoughts, my emotions, my personality...
What is love?
What is love if you have never understood the word itself?
What is love, when never feeling?
It's incomprehensible...
Until you really feel.