XXLove letters

 

 

When we are drunk, we all are philosophers,

 

 

One day love is a beauty,

Next day it is the ugliest sick,

Love is instincts and boiling desires,

Rarely do we mention fondness,

It’s the most heartbreaking version,

Fondness makes everyone better and weak,

It is a perfect shape of bestially thinking passion,

 

It’s cold in the room,

 I need human warmth,

Survival is worth more than diamonds,

I shall freeze to death without love,

Your window says ‘It’s spring outside’,

Sometimes windows lie,

My window doesn’t,

My window says ‘It’s a winter wonder’,

 

Your shoulders are shaking and shy,

I burry my face in the scent of your hair,

It is wrenching passion,

The fingers are nervous a little,

I sprout in human flesh,

You are my soil,

My fingers are roots,

They are indecisive and sly,

I wrap my arms and you are around,

 

Questions of life and death don’t torture,

They are posers that haven’t posed yet in my head,

I fly to the remotest planets,

Siting on old wooden swing and writing you letters,

I don’t curse,

I love dreaming,

For months clothes have been forgotten at the nearest dry cleaner’s,

I don’t think about rent,

 

In general I’m happy,

I am not the person I used to be,

I used to make up excuses,

To fabricate reasons in order to feel unhappy,

To weep like a willow,

To bury cute mummies wearing braces deeper that six feet deep,

Now I’m a feeling designer,

I design fears and doubts and many other things,

They are wearable during all seasons.

 

Love has a face of Friendship,

Love has a face of Hate,

Love has a face of Compassion,

Love has a face of Passion,

Love has a face of untimely death,

Love always breaks pride,

Love always stays love until the very end,

Love is a turbulent slide into the place where human will means nothing.