Fleeting

By Anouk C

The problem with a love so fleeting.

It's passionate, short-lived, and absolutely wicked.

It corrupts the mind and clouds your judgment.

Yet when that love passes, one is left contemplating the existence of such reckless abandonment.

This love is so fleeting.

Meant to stir and meant to cure.

Stir the still heart that seeks no stimulus.

Cure the pain left behind by a love lost.

It is in this fleeting love, that one finds themselves.

Whole again. Pure again.

By Anouk C