• tsongdabid 5w

    Love: of what is it made?

    Love is just a passing moment
    A flicker of light
    not-knowingly fading
    in the nick of time

    It is a euphemism
    as subtle as drinking coffee
    When you get tempted
    you forget to quit

    But if there is an insight
    of how worst you become
    You tend to look over
    the damages that have been done

    Love is never easy
    No one said
    No one did
    But some stayed

    Whatever the reason
    behind this phenomenon
    We always seek the tension
    of contact and connection

    Love is a good lie
    To comfort when told
    But if questioned by doubt
    There, a heart may die.

    Ā©tsongdabid