Love is a whisper deep inside your heart that nobody but you can hear. It is eternity in a moment, and a moment in eternity. It's something you long for, and something that you dread. Love is the silent scream of longing hearts and touching hands, and the loud whispers of secluded loneliness.
Love is... the something in a nothingness, and the nothingness in something. It makes sense, yet defies all logic. Love is something tangible, yet unreal. Something a person would die for... and something a person would live for.
Love, the foolish world of the heart.
The yearning of the mind,
The loss of independance.
Golden sunsets,
Don't last forever,
Love...
Fleeting dreams,
Whisps of nightmare.
The constriction of cold chains,
The whisper of ghosts.
The curse of a phantom,
Slowly killing you in kindness.
Love...
The unattainable object,
The emotion that drives a man insane...
The whips of Aphrodite
The kiss of Hades.
Love...
The revenge of Widows,
The curse of a fragile soul.
The remains in a war field,
The water logged corpses.
A tool of hate,
A tool of lighted darkness.
A tool to weaken,
A tool for destruction.
Love...
The special someone
That will bring you to you knees,
And listen with plugged ears,
To your pleas.
The memory,
A shattered edge.
Watching you reach for the
Impossible ledge.
The monster that hides,
Dormant under the flesh.
The being that stalks you,
To your very death.
Love...
An un-escapable sniper
A wounded Panther.
Ready to kill,
Ready to fight.
Ready to take, make, and give
Life.
And to think, I was watching Suspect Zero when I wrote this (in my mind, of course). Before that, I was watching Bandits, and that gave me the idea to write a fucked up love poem. Before that, I was watching The Outsiders. Which gave me the golden sunsets idea. -
"Let's do this for Johnny Boy!"