Peace

Love becomes a noise

that fails to satisfy the feeling

felt inside.

When is love real?

Do you always love someone the same

 or does it grow on with time?

And if it does, how could love have the same meaning

 for both times?

You claim to not be able to love someone 

any more than that moment,

but then what if you do? 

How reliable is love.

How could this new, stronger love be equivalent?

The use of the word is unfulfilled.

Love becomes louder when said as if to emphasize

 feeling.

How high can you scream?

Just one word holds the power of your universe. 

Loving someone is not a present to them, 

but a relief to you. 

You spend your life 

trying to express your love in

 some sort of collaboration of 

words and ways.

Yet, it forfeits to satisfy.

Love is inexpressible.

Sadness fills you, knowing the person 

you love, will never be filled with overwhelming sense

of your love. 

You tell yourself it is love, because what else would it be?

So you plan the dream wedding, 

convinced that the finalization 

will make it feel real.

Deny the doubts, everyone feels this way.

No, they don't.

Poor girl, they don't.