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By SunshyneSky GOLD
Oakdale, California

Damnation through your words Heaven leaves me no mercy Slap in the face, two eyes at my God Without you I can’t see Leaving when you need to stay Be someone who unde...
SunshyneSky GOLD, Oakdale, California
10 articles 0 photos 6 comments

Favorite Quote:
Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two."


Poetry
By MayaElyashiv PLATINUM
Ramat Hasharon, Other
MayaElyashiv PLATINUM, Ramat Hasharon, Other
37 articles 4 photos 193 comments
Poetry
By SunshyneSky GOLD
Oakdale, California
SunshyneSky GOLD, Oakdale, California
10 articles 0 photos 6 comments

Favorite Quote:
Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two."

Poetry
By MayaElyashiv PLATINUM
Ramat Hasharon, Other
MayaElyashiv PLATINUM, Ramat Hasharon, Other
37 articles 4 photos 193 comments
Poetry
By SunshyneSky GOLD
Oakdale, California
SunshyneSky GOLD, Oakdale, California
10 articles 0 photos 6 comments

Favorite Quote:
Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two."

Poetry
By MayaElyashiv PLATINUM
Ramat Hasharon, Other
MayaElyashiv PLATINUM, Ramat Hasharon, Other
37 articles 4 photos 193 comments
Poetry
By freeyourmind PLATINUM
Princeton, Illinois
freeyourmind PLATINUM, Princeton, Illinois
22 articles 1 photo 20 comments

Favorite Quote:
You can never truly appreciate what's good in life until you have experienced what's bad.

Poetry
By MayaElyashiv PLATINUM
Ramat Hasharon, Other
MayaElyashiv PLATINUM, Ramat Hasharon, Other
37 articles 4 photos 193 comments
Poetry
By SunshyneSky GOLD
Oakdale, California
SunshyneSky GOLD, Oakdale, California
10 articles 0 photos 6 comments

Favorite Quote:
Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two."

Poetry
By MayaElyashiv PLATINUM
Ramat Hasharon, Other
MayaElyashiv PLATINUM, Ramat Hasharon, Other
37 articles 4 photos 193 comments