THE CAMPUS CHRONICLE

Love Is Like Suicide

A deep penetration with a suffice reaction.
Three words that burns into your soul.
When you’re in love, it’s like you’re in a dream that you never want to wake up from.
Though when you feel the cold raft of love, it leaves you in a fragile and insecure state of mind.
A sip of a lover’s potion can seem like a minor set back.
After a lover’s quarrel, you sit in a daze.
Imagining everything has gone up in flames.
What you didn’t expect was the bullet of love to ricochet.
Making you fall into a bottomless pit.
The sublime infraction of an underline subtraction.
Time and time again you play Russian Roulette.
Leaving your fate in the hands of a four letter word.
The four letter word can turn into hate from a simple mistake.
When all it takes is for your heart to break.
The words that leaves your lips soothes the ear but stimulates the mind into a world of false prophecies.
Right out of a simile.
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