She had learned that;
"Give, and expect nothing in return."
Was a lie.
She had learned that you can give your everything,
All of your time,
All of your effort,
All of your love.
And not expect to have nothing in return,
But to have it all thrown back at you.
But not all at once;
Like tsunami of agony,
Or like a storm of heartbreak,
A clean break,
With a long path of recovery ahead.
No.
It is delivered like a wave; wave after wave,
Like a round of stabs,
And like the snowfall - so gentle, you barely feel it until it's
Upon you
And you can't see anything but one colour.
Something seen as so beautiful on the outside,
Serene and mesmerising to the people who don't really see.
So captivating and mystical,
That you will never truly be able to comprehend until you have witnessed it yourself.
It's beauty.
But with beauty comes suffering,
Always suffering.
But isn't that just how life goes?
She wondered.
And with regret,
She realised that she wouldn't know,
What was it worth in the end?
Loving her,
Loving him?
It didn't count for anything,
Except the agony received in return for her love.
~WhisperedOnTheWind
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Always Returned
PoetrySomething that came from the heart. Composed - 12/14 My first piece! Any feedback is very much appreciated.