Love Is An Unconditional Form Of Suicide Poem by Pranesh Varan

Love is the slowest form of suicide
It makes you feel like you’re in heaven
But hurt you if it has to like hell

It is more potent
Than any drug know to human
It can fill your life with unrivaled joy
But also drain your soul out
Sucking every ecstatic moment of your life

Love isn’t what you thought it would be
‘Cos life is not made of happy endings
It is merely just a part of one’s life
That’ll teach him/her
To know when to move on
With their lives, alone.
Yet this is an experience that
Every human soul has to goes through
Whether they like it or not..!