.love.

the sinking feeling that fear only feeds the pain its just a matter of time before mistakes are made before love happens again. its just a delusion a lie to get inside to bore through the soft flesh of another one's heart. the termites that terminate they degenerate, disintergrate left alone and cold the bleeding feeling of pain of a longing not untold. and yet waiting for the day when the buttlerfly wings unfold. when all the sunshine falls upon the body when all the happiness devours the mind. all the good comes from one smile all the time could never be the while. its just not fair that longing always turns into despair. tragedy is not without tomorrow the smile is not without sorrow. it's just another day spent just another one night event... love is a delusion and maybe we all long to be delirious... devoted, enveloped. its with sinking fear that pain is longing for that certain feeling of utter despair. xoxo Ellie J