Children dressed in white,
Twirling hand in hand,
Innocently at a park.
A woman with painted lips,
A silky silhouette
Moving in the moonlight.
An addictive needle,
Painful and destructive;
Yet unable to live without it.
Best friends whispering secrets,
Sitting side by side,
Sharing and giggling.
A thirsty, weed-filled garden,
Unable to tend to itself,
Draining a lake.
A warm, cozy blanket
Sheltering another,
In true selflessness.
Are these faces all yours?
Or is love one name
For many distinct things?
Love is not an excuse to be possessive, to not let go, to act without thought and rationale, to not see others and the world around you, to be trapped in hopelessness and not pick yourself up. To be like this is not sweet, and is not to love too much. It is to not love at all.
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Posted by
bitingtravels
on Friday, May 9, 2008
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