I want to die in love with you
My love to you is a dangerous disease. It is like a deadly cancer, silently destroying every bit of cells of calmness and tranquility, biting every piece of unperturbed mind, and complicating the blood system of anxiety and expectations. The soul screaming in silence, so heart- wrenching to endure that the body collapse into deterioration, damaging the beauty of its perfections.
Every day and moment it was so tensed and painful. Days and weeks are filled with hopes and wonders of heartaches, suffocating and gasping for air in search of every last straw to ease and heal the pain of wanting you.
The pain of love is so unbearable urging for therapy of closeness and comfort that only the strongest drugs of euphoria would help to end the torture. There is no better option of treatment than to be together, to feel each other, to be loved, seduced and ravished - to quench the thirst of lust. No other medication so curable than the embraces, hugs and kisses to ecstacy of love making.
My cancer for you has reached the final stage, the climax. Our destiny is heading towards the end. The most awaited perfect moment is on its way to end this torment of madness. The moment we meet and stare into each other's eyes, is the moment when our love dies - snatched away by the angels of truth and actuality.
It is when all the mysteries of expectations fall apart. All the puzzles finally come into places and the real picture is brought to light. There's no hope. The cancer is not worth fighting for. And I'm willing to be unplugged by you, for the pain is too long and insufferable. It's suicidal but I'd rather die in honour, in your sadistic embrace in our love nest. I give in to you with the hope of both, to be cured and killed at the same time, as I wanted to die in love with you.
My love to you is a dangerous disease. It is like a deadly cancer, silently destroying every bit of cells of calmness and tranquility, biting every piece of unperturbed mind, and complicating the blood system of anxiety and expectations. The soul screaming in silence, so heart- wrenching to endure that the body collapse into deterioration, damaging the beauty of its perfections.
Every day and moment it was so tensed and painful. Days and weeks are filled with hopes and wonders of heartaches, suffocating and gasping for air in search of every last straw to ease and heal the pain of wanting you.
The pain of love is so unbearable urging for therapy of closeness and comfort that only the strongest drugs of euphoria would help to end the torture. There is no better option of treatment than to be together, to feel each other, to be loved, seduced and ravished - to quench the thirst of lust. No other medication so curable than the embraces, hugs and kisses to ecstacy of love making.
My cancer for you has reached the final stage, the climax. Our destiny is heading towards the end. The most awaited perfect moment is on its way to end this torment of madness. The moment we meet and stare into each other's eyes, is the moment when our love dies - snatched away by the angels of truth and actuality.
It is when all the mysteries of expectations fall apart. All the puzzles finally come into places and the real picture is brought to light. There's no hope. The cancer is not worth fighting for. And I'm willing to be unplugged by you, for the pain is too long and insufferable. It's suicidal but I'd rather die in honour, in your sadistic embrace in our love nest. I give in to you with the hope of both, to be cured and killed at the same time, as I wanted to die in love with you.
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