the thing we crave the most but hurts us more than anything else.
people chuck themselves into love...
to live
to breath
or to get their breath taken away.
love is like the sky
it can be blue, dark blue, pitch black. fluent and beautiful with the clouds. Jumping around and whimsical
but it can rain.
water falling
tears spilling
anger rising
thunder lightning strike. its electric luminescent glow fills the sky. leaving you worried. wanting someone to hold you, but you know it can't be who you want.
but love can also be a sunset
the most beautiful thing that you have ever seen/experienced.
leaving you so speechless that you can't even speak.
the warm colors leaving you weak
Yellow and happiness
pink and giddy
orange and exciting
purple and magical
love is like the night sky.
i hate the stars cause i look at the same ones you do without you.
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