Love can make a person crazy. One moment we can be flying high as a kite in bliss-filled folly, and the next, be stuck knee-deep in the fast forming muck of dolor. Mostly makes me wonder, is there ever an end? Even though I already suspect I know the answer, I’ve still never figured out how to live with the tragedies of love. I just continue to remain tangled up in all the delights and despairs, entertaining the knock of love whenever it happens to find me. Seems like I would’ve learned my lesson by now, but I guess that just shows the true value of love. It’s worth more than any cost we could ever bear. So we open our arms to it, time and time again, hoping that someday happiness will come along instead of dismay.
It’s easy to relinquish those timeless devotions when disappointments become standard issue, and the old familiar stack of unexpected surprises becomes a thing of the past.
It’s easy to disregard anything that stops feeling like home because the heart can’t reside in hollowed out places, and it needs a strong binding to keep it grounded aside a meaningful attachment.
Intrinsic to human nature, it’s easy to surrender compulsion when magnetic forces end up misaligned; the resistance is a force of nature that cannot be manipulated, for it goes against the natural law.
Turn this page over See what’s behind In-between the creases I cannot hide You’ll see my reality The truth that I face The depth of my desires I dare not taste Each sweeter than honey These visions I explore Yet locked in silence Behind forbidden’s door
I keep trying to forget the past. To leave all the hurts buried deep on that old, empty road. The place where I was deserted, left choking on remorse. But everybody wants answers, and nobody understands that I can’t breathe. And when I’m forced back on that road, I can’t heal or even catch my breath. The air over there is stifling. And so many broken dreams are still dangling in the wind. I can’t keep reaching out, grasping hopelessly at those lifeless strands. So please, I’m begging you, let’s just leave the past to live where it died. Or else this life won’t be worth living at all.
He lingers nearby On the edge of the page The page we’re still writing Where love continues to blossom Unfolding ever so delicately And he’s mesmerized By the mind-boggling splendor His eyes so bright Enthusiastically consumed With the miraculous happenings Of what he observes And he stays a little longer Leaning in for a closer view Lingering in the loveliness Of our imperishable page So beautifully written Full of all the days we’ve shared Memories of us And the many years we’ve loved