There are moments in time,
that I feel this DARK world
would rather have the appearance of love.
Then the actual SWELLING of the heart,
the mind BENDING mood,
The LOSS of breath,
the dance of courtship,
God! I hope I’m WRONG.
I can’t believe in a world that only cherishes the APPEARANCE of love,
instead of the real melodic bliss of it.
But the nights grow darker, and the wars continue to RAGE.
The hate begins to bubble like a BOILING pot over an unstoppable flame.
I might ask a QUERY?
Instead of all the dripping blood, the back stabbing pain, and window Shattering loss,
Can we not see a way to love?
In conclusion, I’m a HOPELESS romantic.