Strokes of Love

Strokes of love.

Ohh, pure love, love that yet comes in different dimension but yet saves so much.

You build me, i said to him.

Don't leave me.

Love they say is safe but in beneath the feelings there is ache..

Gently, i can feel the pains.

Slowly, i cry without being able to say, what exactly made today.

He left even after i tried to make him stay.

"Ife yen fe ya mi ni werey" the love almost drove insane.

STROKES OF LOVE.

A pure feeling, Intense emotions.

I grew up living in his world.

I couldn't ask for more, the love doesn't shock.

We built up our world, succeding without stop.

Agape love, something we can't force, initimacy didn't ruin us.

It felt like love wasn't a war afterall.

That was fairytale that soon stopped.

Love suddenly stopped to conquer all.

Living in the midst of a storm,  a war that could no longer be won.

The reason for the tears couldn't be said at all, beneath the smile we hid so much.

He defined my world, making me feel my walls ain't strong without him there.

The keeping up used to heal me, the love felt pure, the intensity gave me hope.

I was told it's a crazy world, i didn't believe until you crushed my spirit making me buffeted by the storm.

Love; i was told comes in different strokes.

The love that heals and the one that breaks.

The one that recieves and the one that gives.

The stroke that hit me had no mercy, the pain was so indescrible, the shocks unfathomable.

The world basically became crazy.

The strokes that hit me, seized me, broke me as i refused to exist.

Reading messages from him, breaking my heart rather than mending.

The memories from the pictures, what i see before resting my head.

The thoughts about him lingered, the strokes of love that crushed me more.

I have tried to love beyond, all i could see through was the love that melted without fault.

Everything we had from every single nights, the calls, the chats and the crazy bangs.

I couldn't help but remeber our very first night, the biceps i crushed on, the packs that acted like stimulator.

Now the only thing i recall is the kiss i got as goodbye.

The strokes of love that hit me so hard it turned me cold, making me commit emotional murder.

I still try hard to stay awake, reading the stars and sending wishes that the next love i find differs without been hit by the stroke of the crazy world of love that gives blurry visions.