samedi 3 juillet 2010

the Beast

I refuse that love turns me dumb, i'll ask intelligibly, do you want of me, do you want to spend time with me, i want to hug you, i want to kiss you, do you want to come with me, in the moment i'll wait for a clear response, yes, no, and that's all, i'll be boundless in my propositions and heartless to refusals, if there are too much no's, a meaning will emerge, the matching, the sharing will be disputable, and i will make harsh choices, goodbye i need something else and you too;
Sure, moods and needs rarely match perfectly, and i don't want someone to do concessions on one's envies for me, i want sincerity, even from those who don't care for me, even those who could toughly push me away, what's important is the need of an instant. i want things simple and practical for everyone to reach out for his own bliss.
So,
do you
...
go on

i want love upholding, and not a matter of suffering.

love is a beast

2 commentaires:

  1. A beast paints an aggressive imagine. I think when moods match, love is like two beasts taming each other as they touch.

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  2. It's a beast in a way that the true love is an intense certainty...there are no maybes and no convincing, it's yes or no. That's how it should be. I like your tone in this writing, you're confident.

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