A Conversation With Myself

29. Tell us about a conversation you’ve had that changed your perspective or was otherwise meaningful to you. (Stanford)


This poem describes a conversation I had with myself a few years back, whilst pondering over why love seemed so over-rated. Yes, I repeat, I had a conversation with myself. You may call me crazy (more like schizophrenic), but I was in deep thought and speaking out loud helps me think clearer sometimes.


Love's Spell


I was laying in your arms
Thinking about us
Thinking about love
And why the big fuss?
Why is love so overrated?
Why does everyone say its so great?
I mean sure, sometimes it feels amazing,
But other time love turns to hate.
There's nothing perfect about it,
Then why do they say it is?
Give us these fairy tale ideas
And fill our dreams with bliss.
It shoots up our expectations,
So when the real thing comes
We're all disappointed
And that love-filled heart numbs.
We didn't get out fairy tale
So we dont feel the love no more.
Coz we'd wanted so much from love
And it turned out as such a bore.
I was still laying in your arms
thinking about our love
And then it struck me, right then
Like a message from above.
Love is beautiful
Its more about what you make of it
It doesn't matter whether you're rich or poor.
You'll feel the pleasure where you're hit.
Straight to the heart that feeling goes,
Making your heart beat fast.
While you have the time of your life
And make it want to last.
And when those sad moments come,
And once that moment's passed
You'll feel you love him more.
And that is how love's spell is cast.


I was doubting the legitimacy of love and the effect it's supposed to have on people when my romantic side took over and I realized that if it's real, you'll know it for sure.

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