The Love, The Ambiguity |
Love. Passion, happiness, tenderness, and pain. Elements that can be used when referring to Life. An ongoing path of self enlightenment. Love and Life. Filled with different emotions, making people go through a variety of motions. Art is sometimes the result of these motions. And sometimes, Art is the motion. The motion of Love and Life. LoveLifeArt |
She says all she ever wanted was to make her happy.
She has though. Oh she has. But of late, it seems all she’s caused is pain.
It’s quite unfair. Trivial games and mindless blames.
It goes on and on with no solution.
She digs her hole and lays in it.
Unmoving and unwishing.
Her self hatred kills her slowly. She has no idea.
She’s doing it to herself. She knows that much.
But does she realize the blame she carries on her shoulders,
it ages her. Her beauty becomes sinister. Her thoughts,
replays of past memories. She has no where to go.
My love, she’s lost herself in her own mind.
With her, a piece of my hear floats in the abyss…the abyss at the back of her mind.
Where all the precious memories of a thing called us lay.
She has forsaken herself. She’ll never reach those precious memories.
They are forever her mind’s to keep.
She will search, and search until the end comes.
In her head she will stay.
And in my heart is where she lays.
