When you fall in love,

you  become  vulnerable

in  the  most  perfect  way.

Your  heart   somehow  fills

the    hole    that    once    was.

And  time  becomes   a   concept,

of  wholesome  unending  moments

that infinity and beyond can’t compare.

 

When you loose love,

you don’t  really loose  it.

It stays within you, lingering

As if holding on to  hope that  it

will one day come back, like it should.

But sadly love  does  not  work  that  way.

Because  you  can  love  someone,  but  that

does not  mean, you are  meant to  love  them.

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Love is the most beautiful, yet painful thing I have ever experienced.

 

©aishaadamspoetry

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Posted by:A'Isha Adams

Mind of a frantic poet. Ambition of an entrepreneur. The heart of an old soul.

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