The answer

nothing is simple.

Love.

To live in a world where wounds such as love
become scars that never really close is...
somewhat of a contradiction of many sorts.
Consequently at the same time its perfectly simple.


Something as complicated emotionally
and physically... psychologically;
controlling as love,
is going... to...
damage you.

But, the real question is
"how could something as wonderful and amazing as love be so cruel."  
The answer.  

TIME.

Time is the equivalent,
of a 13 year old boys and girls feelings...
They change. Well rather THEY changed.

As the winds blow and you pray for seconds   (to yourself)
to become days and hours to slow down into minuets.
Just so you can grasp the myth of our reality.

The winds change and the seasons turn.
All of our lives most of everything eventually;
WILL change/(S)..
even if you don't want it too. 

Love changes you. It creates something...
you would never of believed yourself possible of.
You see the good... Change is scary.

But so is walking down the hallway of your own house.
When nothing is certain in this world.

Especially...          
                      
    Love.

Author's Note

There are no grammar errors. I wrote this specifically how i wanted it to sound.

This is more of a rant of my physiological debate in my head about the theory of love and change. review, praise, hate, rate, seal this journal/ slash poems fate. The stress that was released during the writing of this poem is my treasure. hopefully you enjoyed it.. Thank you please come again ^^

Reviews

[Frantzuu]

First off I like the note. lol
Now back to the poem.

Something as complicated emotionally
and physically... psychologically;
controlling as love,
is going... to...
damage you.


I like the way this flows.

As the winds blow and you pray for seconds (to yourself)
to become days and hours to slow down into minuets.
Just so you can grasp the myth of our reality.



This is powerful right there.
I gotta say, great piece, the work you put into it shows, and the pain and stress give this piece life. That's what I call poetry. keep it up!!!!
It's not poetry to me unless the flaws of life are engraved into the piece, and this piece is fantastic. You went above and beyond with this.

Great job!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Valentine]

13 huh..at that age all I wanted to do was get all "A" report cards and play softball..Boys were the last thing on my mind..Perhaps I missed something..do you think so>>>lol and God bless..Kathie

[Chantel]

Whoa...that is absolutely beautiful and deep and amazing....

[AbsentElements]

To start off I did enjoy it. I rant in my head all the time, but never does it make as much sense as this. This was well spoken and powerful. Very nice write.

[Rain Kissed Secret]

I enjoyed your message. Your writing was good. I don't see anything wrong with this piece. Good job

Rain

[Jennika has a short att..]

Even when I don't fully understand something, you seem to find a way to explain exactly what you mean. I like that, again I'm going to say you're an amazing writer because you are. Great Job and keep up the great work.

[Deaths Cold Kiss]

this is a fantastic write,

[Daydreamer54]

Wow this was great! I enjoyed reading it! :)

[Jacqueline Lopez]

I really like this, because love is scary. The lines that I loved the most were But so is walking down the hallway of your own house. When nothing is certain in this world. LOVE that line! So, true.

[Micah_s5]

This is interesting, definitely different and I liked it. The things said are very true, respectful write to the standard of the rest of your writing. Good bro.