Thursday, September 24, 2009

Rule, The.



It always feels like,
there's a rule,
manipulating this world. .

When you meet your love,
she is either
no interests in you,
or preoccupied. .

When someone confess to you,
telling you how important you are to him,
but you tell yourself,
you deserve better. .

Or,

two people fallen in deep love,
wanting to believe,
how perfectly suitable they are
for each other. .

Under the challenge of time,
interests die,
perfection fades. .
And love wears out. .

In the end,
either the situation of,
I love You, You love Him. .
We are still alone,
facing and dealing with this rule of nature. .

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