Sunday, May 31, 2009

sometimes it felt like hot chocolate
sipped in the coldest of madison winter
sometimes it felt like the silkiest of cotton
known, warm, safe from harm

often times it felt like control
its yours, so real that you can almost hold
but most often than mostly not
it felt cruel, sharp and scalding hot

there are no sides that it will choose
no good no bad no matter who
it can come to you in a beat of the heart
it can make you whole or tear you apart..

love, it's not a song you can sing
it's not a pair of delicate white wings
love, it's that strange little feeling
soft as a caress, hard as steel
deep as the ocean, uncertain sometimes unreal..

Copyright ©2009 Dila Mohd

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