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HEER "I don't know what love is but what has happened to me, I swear I won't be able to live without you." God, if this is love then I would like that love should never happen to anyone. If it is really so painful, then I ask why these moths of flame give themselves pleasure in pain like this. Love is really like a burning flame that keeps wandering moths around itself. Get restless and burn in sorrow. I don't know why they let themselves feel this.

From the cradle to the grave, Love's in everyone. Love burns like a candle That sometimes flickers but never dies. Love may be invisible, Although it's right before your eyes, Love can leave you empty, Love can make you whole. Love can make or break you, Love is in your soul. Love is in your heart, Love is in your mind. Love doesn't discriminate, Love is always blind. ....

Sulking and sitting on the couch, with a box of tissues is not going to make it any better, it will just make one more miserable. Poets and songwriters our there write long verses about love that was never meant to be. Plays have been written about it also. They are the most soul piercing stories in our literature. They are also our masterpieces. Our very best, because we don't only lose a part of us we gain something. We become strong.

"I did not in believed in so many things, yet it happened. Do you think it matters if we believe in love or not? Cause even hate can be called love when done with everything you have." "Feels like you're taking poetry lessons." "I guess." Rhys’s hair danced with the cold oceanic waves. "Love makes us so many things—even a poet." Rhys sighed looking at the skies above as a single drop of rain fell between his brows. "I don't even know if this is love anymore. Cause love is an emotion, and what I feel for her is beyond that." "It's something indescribable." he quipped. Lorcan smiled at the sky. "Something unbearable." He added. Rhys leaned back on his hands as his eyes drifted to the vast ocea

Could it be that he got fed up with me or he lost interest in me but there again if my own family left me why won't someone I met not long ago. Thinking of this I did not realize the droplet of water that flowed through my eyes . You never really know how much someone means to you until you loose that person . There is a pain within this heart, My pain within my sadness through my eyes, My eyes are like a burden that you can see right through, No pain I ever felt was that single broken heart that, There is way out of this pain but somehow I can't see it , See the light , the hope ,the happiness I once wanted to feel , Now I ever feel is this saddness , this pain, this heartache, A pain withi

You may not know where you're going, but you know that so long as you spread your wings, the winds will carry you. The feelings that hurt most, the emotions that sting most, are those that are absurd - The longing for impossible things, precisely because they are impossible; nostalgia for what never was; the desire for what could have been; regret over not being someone else; dissatisfaction with the world’s existence. All these half-tones of the soul’s consciousness create in us a painful landscape, an eternal sunset of what we are.

" My love! Are you hurt? Remember! Don't leave without telling us anything. Also, didn't I tell you that don't talk to strangers!?" How to describe a heartache romantically? Agony of heart? How does a poet create beautiful poems of heartbreak? I don't know. Because it doesn't feel like Autumn's unwelcome wind or winter's unbearable cold. That pain is something indescribable. It doesn't suit any line of those poems. A stranger? Yes. I am the stranger here. But since I am a human too. Can't he be a little considered for my heart? Why is he so eager to break it like he is breaking some candy glass?

The warm aroma touched my nose, awakening something long dormant in my head. This time I didn't force it. I let my thoughts drift, letting all the feelings churning in my chest sit on the same table with me. All the guilt, all the longing, all the disappointment, all the still-vague love, just let it be present, without having to immediately turn it into words. Slowly, I typed. Not a complicated scene, not a heavy conflict. Just one small, simple, honest sentence: “There are days when the world feels too heavy, but a child’s laughter can make it all feel a little lighter.”

59. Love and Poetry Ayame Generally, people who say that they’ll never be dumb enough to fall in love are speaking from personal experience, but in my case, love, well romantic love had always been a vicarious feeling. I think that’s true of most empaths though. People who feel, see, even exist in other’s hearts at times, with zero control over it, makes it difficult if not impossible to have feelings that are unique to them. Believe it or not, there was a time I couldn’t wait to grow up. Couldn’t wait to experience that head over feet, heart pounding in my chest sensation. It was the closest thing to flying that I ever came with two feet on the ground.

“Not the kind of things that make you stare or clap or feel like you have to notice. Not big promises that sound shiny but empty. Nothing like that. Just… quiet things. Simple things. Things that feel like they were meant only for you, like they are made to slip past your walls without breaking them. Things that make you stop thinking for a second and just… feel. Things that make your chest tighten and your stomach flip, and somehow, your mind forgets the world exists. “He… he knows the words that make you feel safe and wild at the same time. Words that make you think, ‘Maybe I’m crazy for feeling this,’ and then… you feel it even more. Words that don’t even ask for anything from you. And st