Love has made me angry, paranoid, afraid, anxious, insecure.

If you do believe in love,
but then you love so fiercely that it hurts sometimes
And you're afraid of that hurt, as anyone would be
Don't hold it back anymore, just let go
It flies like a crimson rose
And migrates from the heart to the soul in an indeterminate path
Where the orchids flourish on the winding lanes for eternity
Nothing far from the nebulae
It certainly survives through the catastrophes
And comes to the place where it has to
However, sends chills down your spine
Plus never tastes like your first love :-)

And that love, has made me a monster, more than once.


© Pending thoughts