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What is this concept,
this perfect love?
Does it truly exist,
defined, even thought of?
Does it involve
roses and kisses?
Or Cupid's arrows to the heart,
no mistakes, no misses?
Does it mean
sex, competition, and games,
or public displays of affection,
that proves your hold and claim?
Does it ask
for money in return,
for the time it gives,
and cares only for what you earn?
Does it exist
only in a face to face relationship,
or does it cross any ocean,
and every mile skip?
Does it live
inside a special dance,
or does it really thrive,
on meetings of chance?
Does it stand
through the test of time,
or does it die with death,
when one surpasses their prime?
What defines perfect love?
Who is the one to decide?
Which heart is it to leave,
and which to reside?
this perfect love?
Does it truly exist,
defined, even thought of?
Does it involve
roses and kisses?
Or Cupid's arrows to the heart,
no mistakes, no misses?
Does it mean
sex, competition, and games,
or public displays of affection,
that proves your hold and claim?
Does it ask
for money in return,
for the time it gives,
and cares only for what you earn?
Does it exist
only in a face to face relationship,
or does it cross any ocean,
and every mile skip?
Does it live
inside a special dance,
or does it really thrive,
on meetings of chance?
Does it stand
through the test of time,
or does it die with death,
when one surpasses their prime?
What defines perfect love?
Who is the one to decide?
Which heart is it to leave,
and which to reside?
Literature
The Used
I look at all the lonely people,
And what do I see?
I see the loner sitting in the corner.
I see the stoner passed out on the floor.
I see the person contemplating suicide with a gun to his head.
I see the nice guy who was waiting for his friend through the cold harsh night.
Freezing himself to death on the bench cold and tired.
What I see are the people who need to be with somebody.
But aren't because they can't.
People don't want them.
People don't listen to them.
People use them.
I look at all the lonely people.
And I see you and me.
Literature
10 Cuts - Story
As she pulled out her oh-so-familiar box of razorblades and other sharp objects, she felt a tear escape from her eye and slither down her face. She couldnt believe she had sunk so low in life. She couldnt believe she hated herself because of love. She grabbed her sharpest razorblade and slid it with force across her arm. "One is for how many times I gave myself to you..." Another tear fell from her eye. She cut herself again. "Two is for the kisses I thought meant something too." She kept the repitition of the blade against her skin. "Three is for the presents and the gifts you got from me. Four is for all that times I said 'Its meant to be'.
Literature
just remember
if i throw insults,
say "fuck you,"
just remember
it isn't true.
if i'm being selfish,
or a whore,
just remember
i love you more.
if i hate you,
leave you be,
just remember
come with me.
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yeah, this was inspired by :doorfromheaven: last post
i started to write on another subject inspired by someone else, but i guess it wasn't the right time or format, and this came out instead,
i haven't decided if i like it or not
either way its what people can think perfect love is
i started to write on another subject inspired by someone else, but i guess it wasn't the right time or format, and this came out instead,
i haven't decided if i like it or not
either way its what people can think perfect love is
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So true....
"Who is the one to decide?
Which heart is it to leave,
and which to reside? "
I think thats what people can to find peace in midest of finding true love.
"Who is the one to decide?
Which heart is it to leave,
and which to reside? "
I think thats what people can to find peace in midest of finding true love.