some say it's love
it’s beautiful. maddeningly so beautiful. in sadness and tears, it keeps on giving its spark. soft yet powerful. invisible yet unable to be overlooked.
my love is unrequited.
and in even in the heartrending moments when I desperately wish to know how it feels like to put my arms around the person I love, this feeling never ceases to glow.
at the moment, I am one step closer to impossibility. and on the edge of that sadness, of knowing that my love will never be a deux, I feel unbearably light.
my love, unrequited and deformed and weak and incomplete, is no less beautiful. is never different with any other love a deux. is glowing like the love of all lovers in the world.
my love, lonesome and unreturned, is flawless. my love is idyllic
my love is unrequited.
and in even in the heartrending moments when I desperately wish to know how it feels like to put my arms around the person I love, this feeling never ceases to glow.
at the moment, I am one step closer to impossibility. and on the edge of that sadness, of knowing that my love will never be a deux, I feel unbearably light.
my love, unrequited and deformed and weak and incomplete, is no less beautiful. is never different with any other love a deux. is glowing like the love of all lovers in the world.
my love, lonesome and unreturned, is flawless. my love is idyllic