What is love but a notion….
You drown out the sorrows,
Holding her in your arms,
But do you know what love is,
Is it just a feeling,
Of convenience…
She’s laying there across from you,
But you don’t know who you are,
So how can you love…
Do you know the darkness,
That lies deep within,
Her deepest places…
Can you fathom or handle,
What she craves…
You hold her again,
Each day in your arms,
As if you where her savior,
But all you know or feel,
Is your own hunger…
Do you really want to know,
Do you really want to feel…
You are so engrossed in,
What you crave,
Than what she yearns for…
Can you fulfill what,
She craves for,
Out of life…
Maybe it’s only delusions,
Placed within her soul,
By ink splattered dreams…
~ by jbritt
This is great.
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Thank you
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That’s intense…
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Thank you 😊
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that’s the key: to know who you are first — as you’ve said,
but aborted tries at love is a popular route to finding this
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Truth
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