What is Love

I guess its that moment you walk away from them

That you feel your heartstrings start to pull

Where left is still left but the right doesn't seem right anymore

When you come away from a kiss breathless but still needing more


I think that its in the spaces between the second that really mean the most 

But honestly I don't know

And maybe that's the real secret of love

Its not something you are supposed to understand

Just show

Holding on

It's the moment you prick your finger on the rose, that second you wake up to see it was too late.

That it's beauty entrapped you. And there was no healing the wound.. No rewinding the moment.

Now you have a choice. You could drag your hand back out of the brambles or grab onto the rose thorns harder..

And for some reason holding on seemed easier than letting go.

M.a.a