Feelin it all over again,
a sense of loss,
broken dreams and emptiness.
Was it all worth it i wonder,
a moment full of stars and an unbearable sunshine thereafter.
Its bitter sweet they say,
this feelin of love.
Cant stop lovin love even if its always a dark abyss in which i fall,
its the oxymoronic phase i have lived in,
extremes to the hilt,
nadir and pinnacle often together.