Free

Love is free, its not something which you can hold on to. It is never, and I mean, never contained. Its like the air you breathe, it escapes every moment. Hence the moment must be savoured in extremity in order to appreciate its essence. This is Love, all else is just lust

how can you hold
not loosing Me
loosing time
over sleep not
wanting, nor rewinding
like a
broken record you
parlay sweet nothingness

no

love is free
it can be as free as the air
you breathe
as free as the
tears you shed
as free as
the pain that cuts
and slices your
heart into

nothingness

love is not cruel
its soft sweet vanilla
essence is just
a comfort zone
cosmeticology

its not black, nor white
grey nor shadowed
its pure life as its
pure in death

hold Me, hold Me
not you can't hold
something that
you've never had
I am yours' no, I
am not, I am beyond
your rantless
thought

how fickle you say
can love be, well
love can be what
love is, for love
is essence in spirit
free and only
free as a breath
can one be