Pictures are memories captured in time, when that time has been obligated to be still… Youth of old, what is love that we can experience it? The best pictures of us, when we are love and in love Expressing that nothing will come in between us. Truth be told, what is love that we really want to experience it?
Wounds and scars, wounded by scars or scarred by wounds… Scared of love that hurts, peculiar true love dying of thirst, Heat of my cold, that is love that ought to be mine that ought to be first. Da dum, Da dum, Da dum, Da dum… Da dum… Pinch turned into a shove. Well, well, well, WELL… Structured love or lying words from within or above, What is not love? Like a drug or as strong as a strong hold, partake of…
Partake of it, do so only when true… For that time has been obligated to be still… Captured with love and in Truth. Its imitation of an anti penta-meter. It was nothing, love… My time is up!
© Christian D. Koumtog