It’s The LOVE I Know, But It’s Not What I Saw

NO SHARP edges to hurt you,
Never-ending cycle we knew.

Light side –always present,
Yet dark side won’t be absent.

Can’t be composed of only one,
It’s made up of everyone.

Feelings are being shared,
People are being heard.

It’s not about ‘just us’,
It’s not a rush.

It’s not about cash,
It’s not a task.

It’s not about distrust,
It’s not a must.

It’s not about lust,
It never was.

Hard to find where it started,
It never really ended.

It’s love, it’s a circle,
It’s love, it’s a riddle.

It’s the love I know,
But it’s not what I saw.

People made it sharp,
That hurts a heart.

  ^~~~^

(picture from Google images)

t Sms Snslss

I DN’T wnt t b ndrstd. Myb I’m gvng y hdch rght nw. nd f y fl s, I sggst y stp rdng ths. Ths wll sms t b  sht fr thr, fr mny. Bt I hv  pnt n dng ths, n wrtng ths. My pnt s I dn’t wnt t b ndrstd. I wntd ppl t try hrd nd ndrstnd ths n thr wn. I wnt thm, y, t try hrd s jst hw hrd ths wrds t rd, jst s hw hrd ths wrds t ndrstnd. My pnt, ls, myb frm ths wh r rdng ths, s t knw whch frm y cn rlly ndrstnd ths.

Cz vn f I dn’t wnt t b ndrstd, thr’ll b ppl wh crd ngh t try ndrstndng m, ppl wh lvd m ngh t sty by my sd thrgh thck nd thn.

r y n f ths? r r y n f ths wh ddn’t mnd ths wrtng f mn? My chllng s; cn y ndrstnd m? f s, why dn’t y tlst rply t ths pst f mn by lvng cmmnt? S I’ll knw f y rlly dd ndrstnd m. Hv gd dy!

People are hard to understand.
We really didn’t understand ourselves either.
People let others to define them, because,
we, ourselves, didn’t know ourselves at all.

^~~~^