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By angel Submitted by Angel Date: 2008 Sep 14 Comment on this Work [[2008.09.14.19.08.31531]] |
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Does love really die? Or, does love just store memories and lessons for the next time? Sorta like a flash drive for romance? You can look back and see what mistakes you made...or didn't make. Is there any one thing? Any one to blame? Or is it just a medly of cunfusion? How can someone so right be so wrong? How could someone so wrong had ever been so right? Could it be me? Could it be you? Could it be them? Could it be that love is just mean? Why do we get caught up in this thing called love? Doesn't it seem to be a whole lot of trouble? Alot of work? Well, if you're not willing... If love is singular, why do lovers not meld into one? If they did, would they not be together forever? But, they don't so, therein lies the gap between them. Could love be just a need to be connected to someone? Our soul's way of not wanting to be alone. If love is subconcious perhaps this is why the conscious part of us does not know how to hold onto it. We all subconsiously need someone, yet we pull away when love gets too close. Why is this? Could it be our spiritual self and our physical self is at odds? Is this constant struggle between the two selves our lesson in life...to take back to wherever for whatever reason? Does love really exist at all? Or is it merely another sense of being? Why do we seek that which we can never keep? We are born alone and will die alone. When we die, where does love go? Angel 09/14/08 |