Night Is Love

Its supposed to be about falling/being in love... I'm not sure if its easy to
comprehend...but... advice would be nice. Its a new style i tried....
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I wish it would be night all the time. The lights seem all the more beautiful.

Shadows and dark corners are all more the mysterious and horrifying.
It's the time where all the painfully held back thoughts, inside this crowded brain, and words, behind these grim teeth that pierce my lip, are spilled; where the stars effortlessly hang over our heads lighting the way, not so bright and not so dark. The time where the silent death seems to follow us and sin and temptations seem to hide in every curve.

Quiet rain seems all the more serene. It seems to Wash away all that we carry, as it slowly moves down garnering everything that it could. The ocean during the night is nothing but menacing, a pool of obscurity. A totally different world, where light can only go so far, shorter than what our eyes can see, but we aren’t afraid of what’s up ahead. City lights will spread like diamond covered spider webs. Cars on the road will arouse the excitement and the cold breeze that screams in our face will help us feel alive again.

The warmth we feel from our partners will melt all souls. A feeling so addicting, we'll keep coming back running for more. A kiss so passionate, lifting our souls ever so high, making us never wanting to come back to earth.

What is love? Why am I falling into this curse? This veil of confusion and bliss; this silhouette that keeps me wondering, not showing me it’s true purpose; this cold grasp that holds back my every word. An embrace that sends shivers down my spine. This blade that frees’ my life, and makes me want to cling on to this delicate thin line.

As my lips tremble and tears reach the verge of breaking out. I fear the thought of losing what I barely have. Like sand, I can feel it slowly slip between my fingers, and fall from my finger tip. Back into the box there I held it up from, becoming lost again, looking the same as all the others.

I hate this night; it will change, like how I know love never lasts forever. The day will come again, and all I can do is deny this and watch it happen right before my eyes.

When my body finally comes to rest, where all I can see is total darkness. It must be true love, when I am finally at the bottom of my beautiful grave pit.