by Evi   Jun 9, 2019

Why is love a thing?
Why can I feel... feelings?
Why do words hurt?

Why does my heart
beat along
to the melody
of your smile?

Why is the pain so intense?
Does this have an end?
Do I want it to end?


Through the questions,
my mind is flowing.

My legs are tired,
my eyes are burning.

My sobs are silent,
my tears are foreign.

Your eyes meet mine,
and I'm just floating.


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  • 4 months ago

    by Milly Hayward

    Sometimes there are no answers just ever increasing questions. The last stanza..."Your eyes meet mine and I'm just floating" can be taken two ways. Either floating lost in despair or floating in the warmth of his love
    where nothing else matters. I like that it can be read either way and of course would go with the second option. Milly x

    • 4 months ago

      by Evi

      Thank you for your comment!

  • 4 months ago

    by - Mr. Darcy

    My tears are foreign.
    I like this, it stood out in a description of love and its symptoms.
    Take care.

    • 4 months ago

      by Evi

      Thank you!