the heart is the most deceitful thing there is.
the brain knows that.
we just find it hard to understand.
what we generally perceive as love is nothing
but a mere illussion of what we're missing,
what we want.
the rush of emotions we suddenly experience
is so overwhelming that we can't grasp
its true intention.
we are building false hope in ourselves,
and we feed the thought
and excitement.
when we deeply think about it,
we are just inlove with the thought
of being in love.
it's more of a feel-good trigger
we unleash if we lost that
adrenaline.
it's that fairytale ending we have in our
imaginations that waters the seed
of romance in our hearts.
sad thing is we don't live in a fairytale.
i might insist pessism in your thought,
hey i don't write your love story.
blame it all in the confusion and lies
about love and your fairytale dreams,
your ever-after might not be within reach.
love is an illussion.
a trickery even rocket scientist can't explain.
mind boggling fantasies about prince and princesses.
but there is hope. ( an accomplice)
hope that even if you don't live in a castle nor rule a kingdom
believe that someone will treat you as the princess
far better you imagined yourself.
and when that day comes you might want not stay in neverneverland.
you don't grow old there.
what's the point of i-wanna-grow-old-with-you line?
love is a dangerous and a beautiful thing to enjoy.
its like sinking in a quicksand of bliss.
or swimming in a sea of chocolatey sea of tears.
but remember that in the midst
of everything you
beLIEve
in is a
LIE.
be careful.
Aug 5, 2013
Aug 5, 2013 at 6:49 AM UTC
the heart is the most deceitful thing there is.
the brain knows that.
we just find it hard to understand.
what we generally perceive as love is nothing
but a mere illussion of what we're missing,
what we want.
the rush of emotions we suddenly experience
is so overwhelming that we can't grasp
its true intention.
we are building false hope in ourselves,
and we feed the thought
and excitement.
when we deeply think about it,
we are just inlove with the thought
of being in love.
it's more of a feel-good trigger
we unleash if we lost that
adrenaline.
it's that fairytale ending we have in our
imaginations that waters the seed
of romance in our hearts.
sad thing is we don't live in a fairytale.
i might insist pessism in your thought,
hey i don't write your love story.
blame it all in the confusion and lies
about love and your fairytale dreams,
your ever-after might not be within reach.
love is an illussion.
a trickery even rocket scientist can't explain.
mind boggling fantasies about prince and princesses.
but there is hope. ( an accomplice)
hope that even if you don't live in a castle nor rule a kingdom
believe that someone will treat you as the princess
far better you imagined yourself.
and when that day comes you might want not stay in neverneverland.
you don't grow old there.
what's the point of i-wanna-grow-old-with-you line?
love is a dangerous and a beautiful thing to enjoy.
its like sinking in a quicksand of bliss.
or swimming in a sea of chocolatey sea of tears.
but remember that in the midst
of everything you
beLIEve
in is a
LIE.
be careful.
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