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Self-Ignition mechanism:

Someone said that the love is the result of misunderstanding,
Once you understand the other person absolutely and that's where the love ends.
I don't know if it is true,but..

What was once thought beautiful and graceful slowly seems to unveil its other face...
I wouldn't dare to call the other side as unkind or uncaring....If the love is too much to ask for in this life then I don't think it is worthwhile to living on this planet:
Unless I discover the true love is within me,emerges from within me ,
and I am the source of all my emotions,
And I just don't want the other person to ignite it...
If I spread my love to every life on this planet then every life on this planet would reciprocate it and this is supposed to be with humans either...L
Love is a quality.Love is not what you do,love is what you are...
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~~~~~          ^^^          ~~~~~

Softly

                          ( True you are )
                              
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Some talk of love

Some love

••                      

Death rules the fabric of these days and we've grown      Weak

                            ••

See the child dying   !

NO ?

well
That's the         Thing !

••

She said

I NEED YOU SO I CAN --- SAVE --- YOU !!

he smiled
                                  and walked away

******* !
she said                        



Oh such love as this these days !!

                          ••

Me and my love

We walk the streets together

We bring everybody to the Door

That if YE enter

You need not suffer anymore
 Sep 2014 snarkysparkles
Sarah
Overthinking.
I'm dwelling
on things that need not
more than five –
no, two
seconds.
Dismissed.

Spinning, looping
Repeating.
So unnecessarily lingering.
My mind is a bubble,
with a delicate membrane between my world
and sanity,
that houses liquid danger
Evaporated and pressing
outward against the walls
I constructed to keep others out,
and that instead poison me
with the toxic gas of these
Thoughts.
If I kiss you
Will you let me?
I do not know if I love you
Or merely the idea of you
Would it be hypocritical for a girl who does not believe in love
to say this?
I don’t want you to think that this is a promise,
Because I don’t want to break that
I don’t want to rip your heart out
Or for you to stop the shallow beats of mine
When I am around you my knees can’t stop shaking
My hands are searching for something to hold
My heart condition worsens as I see you
The pounding in my chest is nothing to laugh at oh dear it pains me
All I want is to be near you
But do I love you?
Is love even real
Or is this some messed up infatuation that hurts me

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