Burnt places
Crooked smiles
On crocodiles
A spectrum, one sided
A fate, undecided
And we look for love thats lost
Stone cold water
A drowning daughter
A broken heart
That's played its part
A maiden forlorn
A young lad who's gone
And their story forever covered in frost
When cupid had lost its faith
Then shall appear a potent wraith
Freeing love
Nurturing the dove
With a crooked smile
Like a crocodile
And alive will be their faust
Love. What a fickle emotion. It comes and goes, and on the rare occasion that our heart DOES settle for someone, disaster seems inevitable. Keeping a relationship alive and breathing takes WORK and cupid is never there with his handy arrow when needed.
Love is an emotion which stands tall on the delicate porcelain base of trust. All in all, it is a poorly balanced equation, leaving me wondering as to how it has stood the test of time and is still standing.
How do people not see through the rosy facade?
Fairytales don't always come true. Most of the times, Beauty is met by an actual beast and she becomes a grisly reminder of how easy trust cracks.
But still, Love is an amazing idea that I never tire obsessing over =D
By the way, "faust" is Latin for Luck
Till next time
Ciao
Taksh
This note really is one of my favourites,
ReplyDeleteAnd the poem is amazing too.
Cheers!