What makes the person love different.

Written by Elana Zablocki.

Sometimes love is all around us, whispering and dancing in the wind.
5 – seven – five format.

My tears fell like rain.

You went way before your time.

The realization of the Temporal State.

This is a poem about love in differnt seasons.

You put her light out.

That moment where you are afraid to let someone close to you down. When they have so much trust and faith in you.

I think I believe a little less in love, as if it were God itself, imaginary, fictional, and yes only pretend. Dead Love… not the lover but the idea, the concept I believe died so long ago, if it were ever really there to begin with at all.