At a highest of #5 in poetry on 26/12/2015 We are not afraid to love, but are afraid of not being loved back... "I didn't choose to love you, it just happened, I desired to hate you, but it didn't happen All for once, you seemed to light The darkness encompassing my soul, And a mate- To devour my loneliness"... It wasn't my mouth, rather my heart. I didn't speak this out, but felt to the optimum... I did love...someone...my best friend ever...but he couldn't love me back, and the very thought would induce a certain fear in me, a dreadful insecurity, which I suppose, was to leave its footprints on the ages to come... This is my life;this is my memoir;this is my soul, all bound by a common thread- the thread of my isolated mind, and the fabric of my forbidden love...
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