Love: a concept that everyone perceives differently
But no matter how it is perceived I don't think I will ever understand it All I know is that I love things like playing the guitar and looking at the sky when the stars shine their brightest I know I love listening to music, and running because it's the closest thing to flying. Love is a constant state of not knowing I don't feel the fuzzy feelings you’re supposed to feel in the movies it's more desperate and lonely It’s like how an untuned piano sounds, every bit eerie It's the feeling of overthinking and sweating even when it's cold outside It has no designated definition it's messy but it’s beautiful like the paintings in museums the ones with the slashed canvas and splattered colors It's scary It’s chaotic And you can't help but look at it longer I strive for love to be like the sun and the moon their love is 93 million miles apart and yet its described with such bliss But I think the love I know is more like the clouds and the sky they share the same space but are never talked about with such confidence We can rely on the sun and the moon for they will never leave They go hand in hand with each other But the clouds only sometimes visit the sky Then carry on elsewhere The clouds can never compare to the moon Because what the clouds bring is provisional Temporary company with gray skies and rainy days The clouds cover the skies beauty It's a conditional love But I understand it now So never settle for love that comes from the clouds Settle for a love that would be more like the sun and the moon One that doesnt cover your beauty with rainy days - Izabell Comments are closed.
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