Love is Alive

Love is alive.

He breathes, she moves, they feel,

Love finds comfort in the warmth of caring arms,

Finds peace in quiet company,

Love is sentient,

Love has a purpose,

Love’s will to live is just as yours.

 

Love is dying.

He panics, she cries, they tremble,

Love finds terror in the heart of the slaughter house,

Finds misery and pain in cruel company,

Love is sentient,

Love has a purpose,

Love’s will to live is just as yours.

 

Love is alive.


 

What happens to Love is in our hands. 

 

 

Mess

Mess

It shouldn’t be here

But I’m lost

There’s a missing piece

Something foreign

It isn’t where it should be

But am I?

Determination falls flat

As time passes, laughing

Time doesn’t laugh, I do

Lost

This isn’t what it should be

This should be different, somehow

Changed, twisted, beyond this

I need more time

Time isn’t kind or giving

It doesn’t exist, how can it?

I have to make my own

I have to stop

Mess

It won’t sort itself out

Get up.