Love,
is a twisted game of words.
Defined by the actions we speak,
I know of no way to compromise
two competing concepts.
light, dark
we play in shadows
and dance ideas,
but do we really understand
this twisted game of words,
to decide the feelings,
of the actions
we speak.

Love,
is a thoughtless game of sound
around and behind
the walls we put up
to trace the concepts
of the sounds we hear
to think we understand
the movement of our souls.

Love,
is an enemy to those we don't
competing tirelessly
for an affection we can't
or don't,
understand how to give
due to the chains
that bind us selfishly
to the surroundings of the air,
and barriers we support
to build love in our dreams.

love,
is the one you left in the past
the thoughts surrounded
by beauty surreal
instigated in the hair
of the lover you know
who to say love
would be wrong by account.

love,
is the destruction within
it is the eyes of fire
motionlessly purveying
the dreams of a landscape
barren with fear
of the times you were,
and the times you knew,
to be whole in the concept of love.


Copyright (c) David DeSantis

David DeSantis

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