Love is a Dali painting with no pain.
Love is waiting in the light rain
and wondering if you'd show up.
Love is a Special Edition DVD Eddie Izzard boxset,
Watching it with chips - not caring about becoming fat.
Love, as I can tell, is a kind of state of mind
where you have no idea if you're in pause or rewind.
And your head's in the air and the only way is up, up.
Love is a half-read book with pencil'd notes
at the side. Receipts crumpled in the pocket of my coat.
Love is buying flowers at half the price.
Love is the taste of sugary spice.
It is the feeling of hearts mixing into a homemade cocktail
(or rather mocktail).
It is when you stop believing in such a thing as love songs.
Only to be proven wrong.
Basically. Love is the simple appreciation of the things around you
and making much of the few.
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love! :o heee
Love is tears drenching the pillow as you go to sleep each night,
Love is the desperate want for my mum to come back to me again.
Love is the pause between the endless sobs that plague my life.
Love is wondering why anyone would do such a thing to mummy.
Love is the emptiness I feel as I walk along the lonely corridors.
Love is when I feel like an adult when I'm only 7,
Love is when I ask God whether he really exists.
awww rowena!! this is such a lovely poem. it really touched me :)
oh and illusorynirvana, i just lost my mom recently too. so i know how much it hurts. just hang in there and things'll get better :)
love all ur posts, keep up the good work rowena!
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