Deadly wheel
Entrapping
Sometimes
Tough and weak
Individuals
Not only
You and I

This is how love lives,
Sometimes it comes with a kiss
And sometimes all of it could turn into a bliss
As if you see a bird flapping its wings.

This is how love keeps,
The loved one inside all dreams,
Everytime it might bring brand new things,
Into your world,that you miss..

This is how love takes,
You somewhere far,
There you watch the blue sky,
With the wind,blowing wild against your face.

This is how love changes,
The colors on your palette,
And you hear the whispers of a silhouette
As a wine,going to your head..

This is how love longs,
In every moment,at everywhere
You begin to ask more and more,
Where am i now?Where is there?

This is how love wants,
The loved one to be surrounded with love,
Carrying a life in its core,
It flies towards the loved one as a dove..

This is how love goes,
On more and more,
As long as you hold onto your love,
With a hope,with a wish

This is how love makes,
Things beautiful,charming,
Right now i only of think of my darling,
Sleeping peacefully and me beside admiring..

To look at you, in a moment at night,
To reach a place that has never existed.
To stay there forever,
To stop to breathe always in a deep way.

To look at you, from a distance always
To reach beside without a touch.
To take you from a dream,
To leave for another one.

To love you, always
To dive deeper at each time,
To stay always in a better place,
To breathe you from a flower of love,
Is called me, my love.

It’s what we all strive to be, the idea of being enough. Maybe not forever, but just for a moment. A moment long enough to make everything else seem to fade, but this too will pass and you’ll find yourself wondering why you weren't enough. What flaw made them leave?

You couldn't have changed what happened, and that’s what eats at you, having to live with someone else's choices. She left, he killed himself, we grew apart, they laughed at your pain, and you stood there helplessly watching it happen because that’s all you could do.

A bad poem is a bush some fear might harbor thorns
A good one is chicken and readers chew even the bones

Why do people drown, having swum best race as *****?