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<blockquote data-quote="violetmoon" data-source="post: 336798" data-attributes="member: 2223"><p><strong><span style="font-size: 12px">A POEM ABOUT THE BEGINNING AND END OF LOVE,</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size: 12px">AND HOW TO DEAL WITH WHAT’S IN BETWEEN</span></strong></p><p></p><p>Sometimes, love grows.</p><p></p><p>Sometimes,<a href="http://www.artparasites.com/was-it-true-love-or-true-obsession/"> <span style="color: #000000">when love grows</span></a><span style="color: #000000">,</span></p><p>it does not run wild, like haphazard branches</p><p>of a tree you wanted to stand beside.</p><p></p><p>It does not unravel like a birthday present,</p><p>hidden deep under layers of suspense,</p><p>and adventure.</p><p></p><p>It does not swirl around the world like a rainbow,</p><p>celebrating first touches, accidental eye contacts,</p><p>and naked phone calls.</p><p></p><p>Sometimes, when love grows,</p><p>it grows like the lines of a<span style="color: #000000"> <a href="http://www.artparasites.com/let-go-of-her-be-victorious/"><span style="color: #000000">poem</span></a> </span>which once marked</p><p>tombstones around your heart.</p><p></p><p>It sticks like a fresh bruise under your feet,</p><p>and makes you want to run,</p><p>behind butterflies and stars.</p><p></p><p>It grows like a seed in your throat,</p><p>every-time you gulp, it scalps a little skin,</p><p>and heart.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: #000000"><a href="http://www.artparasites.com/let-go-of-her-be-victorious/"><span style="color: #000000">Sometimes, when love grows,</span></a></span></p><p><span style="color: #000000"><a href="http://www.artparasites.com/let-go-of-her-be-victorious/"><span style="color: #000000">it outgrows you.</span></a></span></p><p></p><p>–<em> Mayank Arora</em></p><p></p><p>Sometimes, love dies.</p><p></p><p>Sometimes, love dies like the falling autumn leaves</p><p>That swirl in a storm</p><p>And before you know it, the summer is over.</p><p></p><p>Sometimes, love dies like the ever widening spaces inmidnight phone conversations,</p><p>Just like the crackle over the line swallows your soul,</p><p>Love swallows you whole.</p><p></p><p>It’s musty rankness creeps up on you in the middle of your third dance,</p><p>When your lipstick begins to fade and the cocktail has gone stale.</p><p><a href="http://www.artparasites.com/a-letter-to-the-yet-unknown-man-ill-marry/"><span style="color: #000000">Love fails.</span></a></p><p></p><p>Sometimes love reeks of broken dreams</p><p>And heaving, bruised promises.</p><p>It stinks of the clamor for survival against all odds. Though it boasts of battle sores,</p><p>Sometimes, love loses the war.</p><p></p><p>Sometimes love dies,</p><p>Fading away faster than the colours of the polaroid</p><p>That made love grow in the first place.</p><p>Sometimes, love renders lovers faceless.</p><p></p><p>Sometimes, when love dies,</p><p>It ends the lies,</p><p><a href="http://www.artparasites.com/a-letter-to-the-yet-unknown-man-ill-marry/"><span style="color: #000000">Just so you can live a little.</span></a></p><p></p><p>– <em>Tanvi Deshmukh</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em><img src="http://artparasites.assets.eu-central.s3-eu-central-1.amazonaws.com/app/uploads/2015/11/09151953/Mojo-Wang.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " style="" /></em></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="violetmoon, post: 336798, member: 2223"] [B][SIZE=3]A POEM ABOUT THE BEGINNING AND END OF LOVE, AND HOW TO DEAL WITH WHAT’S IN BETWEEN[/SIZE][/B] Sometimes, love grows. Sometimes,[URL='http://www.artparasites.com/was-it-true-love-or-true-obsession/'] [COLOR=#000000]when love grows[/COLOR][/URL][COLOR=#000000],[/COLOR] it does not run wild, like haphazard branches of a tree you wanted to stand beside. It does not unravel like a birthday present, hidden deep under layers of suspense, and adventure. It does not swirl around the world like a rainbow, celebrating first touches, accidental eye contacts, and naked phone calls. Sometimes, when love grows, it grows like the lines of a[COLOR=#000000] [URL='http://www.artparasites.com/let-go-of-her-be-victorious/'][COLOR=#000000]poem[/COLOR][/URL] [/COLOR]which once marked tombstones around your heart. It sticks like a fresh bruise under your feet, and makes you want to run, behind butterflies and stars. It grows like a seed in your throat, every-time you gulp, it scalps a little skin, and heart. [COLOR=#000000][URL='http://www.artparasites.com/let-go-of-her-be-victorious/'][COLOR=#000000]Sometimes, when love grows, it outgrows you.[/COLOR][/URL][/COLOR] –[I] Mayank Arora[/I] Sometimes, love dies. Sometimes, love dies like the falling autumn leaves That swirl in a storm And before you know it, the summer is over. Sometimes, love dies like the ever widening spaces inmidnight phone conversations, Just like the crackle over the line swallows your soul, Love swallows you whole. It’s musty rankness creeps up on you in the middle of your third dance, When your lipstick begins to fade and the cocktail has gone stale. [URL='http://www.artparasites.com/a-letter-to-the-yet-unknown-man-ill-marry/'][COLOR=#000000]Love fails.[/COLOR][/URL] Sometimes love reeks of broken dreams And heaving, bruised promises. It stinks of the clamor for survival against all odds. Though it boasts of battle sores, Sometimes, love loses the war. Sometimes love dies, Fading away faster than the colours of the polaroid That made love grow in the first place. Sometimes, love renders lovers faceless. Sometimes, when love dies, It ends the lies, [URL='http://www.artparasites.com/a-letter-to-the-yet-unknown-man-ill-marry/'][COLOR=#000000]Just so you can live a little.[/COLOR][/URL] – [I]Tanvi Deshmukh [IMG]http://artparasites.assets.eu-central.s3-eu-central-1.amazonaws.com/app/uploads/2015/11/09151953/Mojo-Wang.jpg[/IMG][/I] [/QUOTE]
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