Dizzy with this illness
I saw my future once
It's gone in this headache.
Metaphor, literal
It doesn't matter anymore.
I've come to the conclusion.
Love is an allusion.
It's great in pain and suffering
It's great in happiness and loyalty.
But the only way to keep it is trust.
Truth is what is needed.
Lies should not be forgiven so easily.
That was my mistake.
I've given up on it, for now.
So what is there?
My own bloody life.
Come on brain tell me!
What's left for me to do?
Everything.
This is your break!
You don't need to worry about being nice,
doing everything to keep the friendship alive.
It's about you now.
You to find that path.
What if this is not right?
I would tell you so.
Love is an allusion.
Unless you feel the trust,
hear the truth.
And keep the promises.
Life is ready for me.
And it's giving me a bloody headache.
Author notes
Why do I have to get migranes now?! I never did before! I think I'm going to be freaking sick!
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Take it Easy
Dear fellow poet, I enjoyed reading your profile with all the Q U O T E S and stuff. Really, really good. As they say, people are meant to cross your path for a reason. You are aligned to change many peoples lives as you have a powerful resource with your Q U O T E S website. Hope the migraines stop. Oh, and excellent poem, you made me look in the dictionary to see 'allusion' for love you speak of. Keep going! I enjoyed this peace and will look at another piece for search of more
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