A passion was awoken
That could not be tamed,
And what once was a spark
Has now left such an ugly scar
Maybe,
It's one of the love trademarks
To build up a thing
Only to watch it fall apart
So fall not
For such foolery,
Magic, these days,
Is often trickery.
Fragile as a flower,
It will softly walk in,
Persistent as a ****,
It will never leave.
There is a fine line,
Between love and madness,
You're bound to cross
If you don't keep yourself in check
As light as a wing,
It can still make your heart sink,
As tempting is its invitation
The result might still be horrendous
And the worst of all,
A deathblow,
What if the leaving stars,
Take it all?
As concrete as the ocean tides,
lasting like a kid's attention,
To fall or to take a flight,
It's your and only your choice.
Conclusion: I think they are one.