What is your definition of love?
Webster defines love as “A feeling of strong attachment which delights or commands admiration.”
Can love truly be measured by having a family?
Can it truly be tested by complications of life such as arguments over jealousy, finance, trust or selfishness?
Can love be so absolute that it conquers all? Or is it a mirage that often blinds us from the pain that will ultimately destroy us.
Can bringing something so pure like children fix the troubles of a marriage if it’s in a state of unbalance of love?
Will all the doubts go away if you stay with the person you commit to? Or will it hold its ground to forever remember in your mind or their own.
If infatuation does not play a role when you love another, does it play a role if you don’t love them anymore?
Ask yourself this question should you ever forget what love is….
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Some Days
Some days I feel like the walls are caving,
Some days I feel like spending all that I have been saving.
Some days I feel like the issues never seize,
Some days it hurts so much that my body just freeze.
Some days I want to scream and say forget it to the world,
Some days I want to be deceased from a poison without a cure.
Some days I want to be alone and not care for others emotion,
Some days I feel like jumping off a cliff to drown in an ocean.
Some days I could care less if you want someone around,
Some days I wish Id taken the path to a different town.
Some days I want to be free, from all the others that need and whine,
Some days I feel like ending all with a bullet from a nine.
Some days I feel like flying but I cannot leave the ground,
Some days I feel bounded, being strangled as I drown.
Some days I feel like giving up, though I know I never could,
Because even on some days I feel this way, I know I never would.
Some days I feel like spending all that I have been saving.
Some days I feel like the issues never seize,
Some days it hurts so much that my body just freeze.
Some days I want to scream and say forget it to the world,
Some days I want to be deceased from a poison without a cure.
Some days I want to be alone and not care for others emotion,
Some days I feel like jumping off a cliff to drown in an ocean.
Some days I could care less if you want someone around,
Some days I wish Id taken the path to a different town.
Some days I want to be free, from all the others that need and whine,
Some days I feel like ending all with a bullet from a nine.
Some days I feel like flying but I cannot leave the ground,
Some days I feel bounded, being strangled as I drown.
Some days I feel like giving up, though I know I never could,
Because even on some days I feel this way, I know I never would.
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