It glistens in the light,
It sparkles in the sun.
It shines, through dips and cuts.
The hiding places that make it up.
In silver, in gold.
In bands "forever."
The significance, the circle that is an eternity.
We walk, we hold and this is love.
We are crystal recycled.
We are crystal, fragile.
Too easy to break, too beautiful to look at.
Quick to shatter, delicate to learn.
This is love.
Indescribable and filled with beats.
You need to fall, to feel.
It sparkles in the sun.
It shines, through dips and cuts.
The hiding places that make it up.
In silver, in gold.
In bands "forever."
The significance, the circle that is an eternity.
We walk, we hold and this is love.
We are crystal recycled.
We are crystal, fragile.
Too easy to break, too beautiful to look at.
Quick to shatter, delicate to learn.
This is love.
Indescribable and filled with beats.
You need to fall, to feel.
4 comments:
I like your blog. I am not sure what love is anymore I mean... I hope I'm not incapable of intimate true love, if there is such a thing. im beginning to wonder.
My last relationship was a disaster!
There IS such a thing.
I know what heart break feels like, after all
it is mostly what inspires me to write so much.
YOU are CAPABLE of having and finding it.
It will happen unexpectedly and undoubtedly.
I havent found it for myself yet.
But I believe to have love is to have..faith. <3
thanks for the encouraging words. part of me still believes :)
Anytime, really.
We must never give up.
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