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Of Love

By John HunterPublished 4 years ago 3 min read
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As time goes on, minutes and years tick by

Leaving us more and more unsatisfied

Through bleary eyes and aching hearts

Worlds quickly seem to all fall apart

Lost loves, lost passions, loss of life and of dreams

The industrial demon slowly quelling the screams

The sound, the smog, the unrelenting pace

False hope is given with false dreams to chase

We become complacent on self-maintenance

We lose sight of the sun

We lose patience, become jaded

Resentful, are some

We are deaf to the voice deep in our hearts

As it screams out in pain while we tear hope apart

Until there are just remnants, scraps that we feed to the beasts

Beasts that steal passions, that rob us of sleep

Of energy, of hope, of our years, of our time

They extinguish the fire, that once burned big with pride

We forget to stoke the flames of that fire

With the tinder of hopes and the breaths of desire

We require good people, those that feed our soul

With the support and with laughter that help us to grow

We lose sight of the grass, the air that we breathe

The warmth of skin from another in a field of wheat

We ignore the connections we feel, the warmth and the smell

The anxious feeling in our chest, the butterflies that still dwell

After a first kiss or the grasp of a hand

Or the uncontrolled laughter or the time that we spend

Sitting up all night talking or laying together in the grass

Unaware of how quickly the time seems to pass

We forget to get lost in ourselves, in another

In conversation, in music, in the eyes of a lover

We take for granted the excitement we feel

And we allow these beasts to brazenly steal

What really matters

The colours of flowers, the songs that birds sing or conversing for hours

The intoxication we feel as new love starts to flourish

We forget these things, because we lack the courage

To take a leap, to slow down, to say what we mean

In fear that we may actually achieve all of our dreams

Or be worthy

Of life and of love

Of spreading our wings and flying above

High above clouds to feel the warmth of the sun

Given to us by our passions, a place, a person, the one

We forget to just stop and take it all in

It’s the memories we create

Not the car that we’re in

Not our house, not our clothes

Not our money or our shoes

It’s the grass

It’s the air

It’s the people we choose

It’s some good conversations, over some fucking good tunes

It’s these little things we will think of

When our time is due

The things we wished we did

The words we wished we said

The regret setting in, so close to dead

It’s the beautiful brown eyes, it’s the smile, it’s the laugh

It’s these things we take for granted

It’s these things that will last

Not the job, not the bullshit, not our material things

These are raiders of joy

They are cancerous beings

That get in our skin, in our brains, in our heart

That make us forget why we are here from the start

It’s to make connections, spread love, live out our passions

Because on any given day, anything can happen

We are not robots

We are creatures, we are sentient beings

With the ability to see beauty in all other things

Author: John Hunter

Special Thanks To : BNZ

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