I talk of Love.
He says, “what do you know of Love?”
It’s insanity,
It’s Pain,
How it cuts through your soul?
How it burns through your existence.
What do I know of Love...
Explosions,
in my heart,
Then, silence.
Tears.
I have seen a glimpse of love,
And have witnessed it’s insanity.
Why do I cry? Oh God, Why…?
He speaks of your Love.
But the love of your creation alone,
has driven me,
to madness.
What do I know, of your Love...
There it goes,
Taxiing down the runway.
And here, I stand,
with my pieces all around me.
my drunken heart,
my numb senses.
What are these at my feet?
Shattered glass?
I must try to put them back together,
From where should I start?
Where should I start?
The lonely bench,
in the morning fog.
The weeping flowers.
My wailing heart.
Why do they all cry?
Why?
Do they also know,
of love?
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