Kayla Di Sciullo
Who Knows What Love Is?
I live to please his sullen eyes,to cause a wince with the sudden sunrise;or even moisture to my surprise.My attempts may turn to be my demise.
Oh, the beauty in this disease we call love.
Miserably consumed by utter devotion,tranquility erupts like the worlds greatest ocean.Oh and you fools that try to sell love in a potion,can you not understand this ridiculous notion?
Kill us, why don’t you?Making a person yearn for another, as I do. A bittersweet taste, but I am sure that you knew. Why don’t you try some? Don’t you want to feel it too?
I hate this feeling, temporary bliss.A roller coaster of emotion, sealed with a kiss. Does anyone understand that I am sick of this? Or is it just a casualty that you have chosen to miss.
Goodbye shitty feelings that I’ve construed to be love.And hello to a life with the lack there of…