A Nobody Writes

Light Monstruo
Jul 20, 2017 · 1 min read

What was love?
Nothingness,
Or a mirage of tainted hopes
and a bag full of bloated ego?
or that child in a candy store
who wanted it all?

The fear of losing that hand to hold,
or to stand there making love tall?

Till its time came, the tree swayed.
In all its drunken-ness, glory, and with little fruits
one was freedom, another was cage,
one was a body, and another something grotesque,
One was losing-it-all, and another was keeping-something

What was love?

Things that they left with each other or
things they left each other with?

What was love?

Stupid!
Absolute.
Black or White

What is love?

an island.

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Light Monstruo

My thoughts and reflections are habitually my best companions.

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