Love is a burden, a
Love is a burden, a shackle that binds our hearts.
Love is a coin, a double sided fortune and calamity.
Love is like the season, a short passing of an experience.
Love is like the days, it exist's ephemerally.
I do not know what im feeling right now.
Overcasted by shadows, overturned by fear.
Trampled by silence, ignorance filled with grief.
Damped in saddness, ever ghastly present.
The thistle pain in heart, pulsates with the everlasting time.
Walking along the dark alley way, fear that smites the heart.
Felt the wisdom of being stoic, Hummed to my own shadow.
As the seas turn into mulberry bushes, I too shall waft into nillhility.
-U2
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