#88 the shape of love is death
As wicked as it sounds,
the shape of love is truly in the form of death,
it comes naturally when you are losing someone or something.
Lack The Death of Attention
As an example, people seek attention they needed,
therefore, they got on their journey to find someone that could satisfy their need of attention.
Come the family, friends, partners, anyone else that could form – if not whole – pieces of love.
The Death of Treasures
With the same concept but different applications, now onto materials.
Some people faced death of treasures at any stage of their lives.
Early, middle, or even late into the sunset.
With the consequences of the death, they on pursuit of prosperity since then.
To have enough or abundant, let's hope it's not for the worst.
There are many kind of deaths we can talk about that resulting in the cometh of love, but one particular death that I grew fondly is
The Death of an Old Love
The phrase tells a lot, so I leave it to you for you to imagine how the story went.
I agree that nothing lives forever except God. Profoundly.
Not even the fighting devils and angels.
But as much as I can do, I will try to stretch the fabric of spacetime just to make sure the concurrent loves, now, goes on forever.
the shape of love is truly in the form of death,
it comes naturally when you are losing someone or something.
As an example, people seek attention they needed,
therefore, they got on their journey to find someone that could satisfy their need of attention.
Come the family, friends, partners, anyone else that could form – if not whole – pieces of love.
The Death of Treasures
With the same concept but different applications, now onto materials.
Some people faced death of treasures at any stage of their lives.
Early, middle, or even late into the sunset.
With the consequences of the death, they on pursuit of prosperity since then.
To have enough or abundant, let's hope it's not for the worst.
There are many kind of deaths we can talk about that resulting in the cometh of love, but one particular death that I grew fondly is
The Death of an Old Love
The phrase tells a lot, so I leave it to you for you to imagine how the story went.
I agree that nothing lives forever except God. Profoundly.
Not even the fighting devils and angels.
But as much as I can do, I will try to stretch the fabric of spacetime just to make sure the concurrent loves, now, goes on forever.