pinocchio world

6:59 PM

i dont know what love is
but who knows anyway
love cannot be defined
then how do you determine its existence
it's mere instinct really
there's no right or wrong in it
but love often slips away without one knowing
and realisation of its lost comes with such impact that
we pretend and lie to ourselves that love is still there
true and everlasting love never exists
because there is bound to be an element of pretence in it
love aint about two people being together
it is just a connection between two lonely people
the crave for company is so strong that
everyone becomes desperate
love only makes desperation sound beautiful
fear love, for we fear what is unsure
running away from the past and future
yet love is something you cannot ignore
as much as you've wanted to
love lesson especially, is always painful
but the experience comes from within
no matter how uncertain it has to be
it's just the beginning to the many ugly facts which have yet revealed themselves
dream as much as you can now
for when we grow old and sad
we lose that good sense of naivity
and it won't ever come back again
even if it is heartache we have to experience
divine
Then let our trial teach us patience.

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coniungere
"Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold."

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