Sacrifice for those who love thee.
Bringing a spark of hope to the hearts,
Hearts that one day will be immersed,
With the lack of trust.
Trust that will envy all around its surface.
Though the love of thee is true,
The heart & mind is repulsed.
Repulsed in the fact that life is to short.
Not for loving,
Not for playing,
Not for pleasures.
Not for any great stimulation,
Life is just too short for that.
Thy love is sacred,
You fall in love with someone.
Someone, who doesn't love you.
Thy love despises you,
Repulses you,
Hates you.
Most important, repels you,
To the infinite hole of oblivion.
Thy love is a treasure,
When you least expect,
Falls in love with you.
Someone who will love thee,
Cherish you,
Embrace you,
Care for you.
Most important, appreciate you.
Wanting to secure your all thoughts.
But what is thy purpose?
To love thee.
Thee who will always despise thy feelings,
To love thee.
Thee, who will cherish every moment & thought.
Why?
Why is thy life impossible to bear with?
If it's just life.
Well, to clear all thoughts,
Love is a game in which you,
Win or lose.
Thy heart is where all commands,
Not worthy for a life of love.
When all I feel is hate.
Rejection,
Sourness,
Refusal.
Eliminated of all that was good in my life.
I must start from the beginning.
The beginning f life to reconstruct,
Thy happiness,
Destroy thy loneliness,
Love thee.
With a new meaning...
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