Love n. 1. warm affection by reddsetgogirl, literature
Love n. 1. warm affection
Love is wanting and waiting.
Love is willing to get out of bed on a cold winter morning to make someone else a cup of coffee.
Love is an excited, squeally noise.
Love is knowing exactly what someone else wants without them even saying so.
Are you sick?
Are you cold?
Are you sleepy?
Do you want a hug?
Love is when the rabbit's foot vibrates on your leg.
Love is a whole lot of conversations about nothing and not noticing.
Love is understanding all the songs you use to hate.
Love is tim
I try so hard to keep breathing,
The gun in my hand looks so good.
It's as though life lost its meaning,
But in my mind I keep seeing you.
I fall on my knees and I keep begging please,
Why won't life just go away?
Still I lay down each evening and shake off the feeling,
Knowing I'm lying with you.
You are my world,
You are my life,
Without you there is no light.
I need you to live,
I need you to breathe,
Without you there is no me.
And so the gun falls,
Kisses felt, tears roll.
Your voice softly calls,
"I love you" and that's all I need to know.
Hearts aching with strain, screams of sickening pain,
Tear stained insane glares their cries pierce the night air.
'We are the things that run in the night,
The creatures of death that kill off the light,
Our screams are your nightmares, our faces your doom,
Within the shadows behind you we loom,
Here in this hell, forever to die,
Out of the darkness, on sorrow we thrive,
Bringing you anguish, we're desolate beings,
Shadows around you that aren't what they seem,
Caught in a warp of what we could be,
What we are and what we should be,
Making life's roads never straight,
We roam in the darkness, guarding the black gate,