Maybe roses and kisses are for you, but ever thought about those who live oceans away or those seperated by the distances of the sky and soil? Those who only remember each other in their breaths? And what happened to the ones who promised 'forevers till death and beyond' at the end of highchool love letters secretly passed underneath the benches but could never happen beyond destiny? What about those who sleep in photographs underneath their beloved's pillow never once failing to bring a smile on their face? You ever think of those who could never say it? I wonder what about those whose love was so pure, that they left- They left crossing lightyears of distances, the boundaries of space and time, burning to ashes in the process only to become starbound and forever shine their grace upon their beloveds. And those they left behind, can't do much but gaze at the sky for hours, penning down poetries they know no one will never read. How complex of a feeling is this? We bleed red, we love in red but when it comes to defining love, we all have our own definitions- sensible or not. Whilst the rest of the world today is decorated in monotonous hearts of red and pink, there are still many who wish to be the rainbow to somebody's life, and some are happy with simply being remembred into faded memories whilst some- Some find happiness even in being hidden in someone's secret diary in soft gray polaroids. Some find joy in crisp cards that speak of all the ways they are adored whilst some would rather use flowers to express the touches their hands felt too shy to. In the end, it's about two hearts connecting and celebrating pleasure they have been desperately seeking all this time, and it sees no language, colours, touches or words, there are times, when even breaths are enough. Some cannot live a second without the other whereas some spend a lifetime waiting for them to come back knowing they won't. All roses come with thorns, but some prick a little harsher. The love expressed through lillies is just as pure as the one conveyed through a rose. Maybe roses and kisses are for you, but some are happy only knowing love found them.
Fingers bleeding words That the lips wished they had uttered. Tears fall with descending agony from the breached dam residing in depths of the heart Howls of pain unheard when the mind soundlessly whispers the name Oh what A beautiful catastrophe A devil trapped in it's own game
"Love my forgery and you'll wish you never cherished Love my despair, you'll find me trapped deep within it"
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