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Sunday, August 20, 2006, 9:54 PM

Love.
What is it?
Seriously. I don't know.

6 months back.
Everything was so perfect.
When she came.
I was still normal.
I knew what was love.
I knew how it felt.
Indeed. It made me melt.

I was living a dream.
I could never ask for.
Someone better.

But we knew it for a fact.
That we couldn't be together.
And we knew the day would come.
Where we would have to part.

Fate.
It doesn't care.
Soulmates, Lovers.
All caught in its snare.

On that faithful day.
My heart was ripped out.
I could no longer feel.
Love. Being lost without.

Love. How I hate you so.
As your fiery immolation.
Engulfs us top to toe.
Then right away.
Without a trace.
As more hearts are broken.
You quicken your pace.

Sad to say.
I was a victim of Love.
And the compassion, the lust.
All erased to dust.

Now. Love, once again.
Has cuffed my hands.
To risk it.
To beat it.
Both leaves me in despair.


I do not doubt you. But I doubt myself. I can't simply decide. Forgive me for what I will or may do. Sorry, for I may have hurt you.