Please Help Me Well I'm leaving Cyprus for good and I've lived here for three years and I've fallen madly in love with a guy and I have to leave in a month. Someone PLEASE give me an amazing definition of love please

Explaining Death, Drained Of #life Death, such a tragic thing. Happens to everyone, no matter what age, no matter who loves them. Death doesn't care. Death doesn't care who's taken and when. The smoke can come in many ways, drowning in the devils blood, shot by sunken soldiers, stabbed by smiling knives. Death doesn't care. Death isn't what takes our breath, it's the breath they took with them.if you've never lost someone, you'd never understand.mthe feelings of emptiness, of despair, of pure #depression that only the cruelest of tragedies could've wrought. If I had to describe it to you, in a clouded but clear way, I'd say this. Imagine, your standing over an abyss, an abyss in which only the purest of evil souls lie , waiting,waiting for their taste of fresh, innocent blood. Your standing on a wooden plank,my our whole #life souls relying on this one wooden plank. This one wooden plank, saving you, holding you, loving you. You have the deepest affection for this plank. The thought of it leaving crushes you. Well, one day, your heart it coming, a disaster, a growling from deep beneath the evil. It's rising, up and up,closer and closer. The sharp claws snatch empty breaths and the fear consumes you. And then your falling, down, down, down. The plank, it's gone. Stolen, stolen from right underneath you. Gone, forever. As you fall silently the realisations of the situation hits you, smashes you throughout he barrier, the barrier that kept you Safe, safe from the beast. But now as you land softlyin his palm. Waiting to be drained of #life you realise that your whole #life was being held up by that one plank of wood, now it's gone and you are too. Now it's all gone, everything, that person that left you is lost, you lost, together. Where you are is different. A sort of shadow surrounds you, strangling you yet letting your mind roam free, wondering, gasping for a dream brighter than this.your not alive, yet you float in the world which is meant for living. Your dead but confused, empty yet consumed. Consumed its pure Hatrid and loathing. A dark desire for death and a peircing lust for revenge, all your energy focused on making other people fear your pain. All the happiness you ever had was stolen from you. You blame yourself but your shaken to the core with the thought of admitting it. A bitterness runs through you that is just too powerful to remain inside and the only way of releasing it is to share it. Your pain is too unbearable to go through alone so making other people suffer is the only thing to do. They must suffer this fate as did you. They must fall into the beasts hands. They must be drained of #life. My #life was taken, why do they get to keep theirs. Were all ghosts, drained of #life.

A Demons Smile Breathe, just breathe. It'll keep you alive, right? Think, just think. It'll keep you smiling, right? Smile, just smile. It'll make you better, right? But what if it won't, what if the smoke just never sunk deep enough. What if your ghost is still lingering around mine. What if that last kiss was not a metaphor for triumph but a sign of defeat. Blood that shows more pride then shame. Beauty whisps up tornadoes big enough to swallow us whole but we can't be swallowed if we have no soul. Sat staring into the darkness the only light we have left is the light reflecting in each others eyes, whether love or Hatrid, clear or clouded, a ghost or shadow. When you jump, your dragging me with you, even if I have to pull us both out on my own. Whenever you feel someone watching you, it's not superstition or fear, it's me. Your angel. Decisions struck by anger, and demons disguised with smiles, even when I'm lying, you'll forever know, my love for you will never die.

Love Tricks I watched intensely as she looked into the crystals beauty, time, and Time again I ran the dream, what I could picture, remember, focus on over and over in my head, it fading like her, fading to nothing, I couldn't picture her, the world, the beauty yet horror of it all. I knew every detail yet nothing of its meaning as it faded away, who, what why? Whom be I? Gasping awake, I stare into the darkness, the safety of my bed, who is this figure with me? Seconds pass, it clicks, somebody, somebody I trust, who wants to help but doesn't realize he can't, even with him being here I'm left to wonder. Why has he stayed? Softly, like fresh cotton off a stalk, he speaks, no not speaks, it was to, to gracefully shown with care to just be spoken, "are you ok? I'm here. It's alright, breath." In my time of need, an angel? Or a demon in disguise?

That Devil Peice Of Paper We let imfomation rule our world A little piece of paper; minds it swirled A little piece of paper, as green as could be Green paper that tears apart families A little peice of paper, with a posh face The world cries as we try to embrace A little piece of paper; could end #life as we know it It wouldn't matter if you were a footballer or a poet A little peice of paper; more wanted than fame You, me, all humanity all to blame A little piece of paper that left children starving On that paper the devils face needs carving A little piece of paper that started wars Guns and weapons all pointed towards The rest of the world sturggling to breathe No wonder were failing humanity It means so much that if it tears Haitis disasters would become silly dares And what we do is give it power The screams from poverty grow louder and louder Wallets get tighter, homes get lighter, more people urged to spark a lighter, but we need to show this little piece of paper, that us, humanity, were a true fighter.