It takes over every cell of your being,
Quickly consuming all there is inside.
Every minute, every hour, every day
Float by in absolution
Like the running breeze
Shaking away the falling petals of
The Sakura...
An idea, a person, an emotion
That overrule every fiber,
Every moment is taken away
From your willing hands that allow
Your fingers to grasp the skirts of
The cause of its array.
Your mind no longer comprehends
The Reality...
Quickly consuming all there is inside.
Every minute, every hour, every day
Float by in absolution
Like the running breeze
Shaking away the falling petals of
The Sakura...
An idea, a person, an emotion
That overrule every fiber,
Every moment is taken away
From your willing hands that allow
Your fingers to grasp the skirts of
The cause of its array.
Your mind no longer comprehends
The Reality...
© A Furious Child
For some, the reality is incredibly painful. They go with their obsessions because they need something akin to love but without loves keen sting.
ReplyDeleteIt is true in some cases. In others, people find a new subject of their affection that resembles how they feel. Even love in itself is an obsession, for some individuals. They allow their world to revolve around that person that stirs up that emotion.
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