Why am I here...
my walls all
disappeared, I'm
surrounded by your
touch, your soft, them
gentle stares
It all held together
with the reasons
that assemble your
care this current place
I fear how the hell did I
get back here
Love.......
I used to...
but its like love
just uses you...
A four letter word
which brings forth
an illusion of true..
Everything is real
the title of love feeds
you that proof but in
reality its the individual
that serves you that truth
Ninety percent of the
time she doesn't follow
loves rules, that same
ninety percent
he's playing her to be
a fool, today love is just
a game and I want no part
of that vicious duel but she's
forcing herself upon me I was
elusive but misplaced that
tool
I'll admit I miss them
nights and her ability
to soothe but I refuse
to invite that pain endured
when it's warmth your
forced to lose
It's like being skinned alive
your soul permanently
bruised.... Because you
needed her but your request
she didn't approve... Buttered
you all up rich with flavor she
made you drool just to show
you her dismissive strut be
aware love can be cruel
developed hatred for
something we need to
feel at ease... Stumped
like the mind of a child
when told to say please..
that bliss one receives
is as nice as a summer
breeze but it's ugly is
as bad as the pretty when
fall poisons our trees
I hate this place, I
know it's impossible
to shake fate but if it
was up to me love wouldn't
leave its cage
I hate this place
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