REALITIES OF LOVE

Realities of Love

You look into my face

You tell me things that I wanna hear

You hold me with arms

That are filled with security

You share with me

An intimacy meant for only me

I look at you

You’re everything that I ever dreamed

So I give you me

I give you my heart

I give you my soul

Scared to fall in love

But I give you everything in me

But In the mist of it all

In this cold dark room

You stare at me blankly I’m not sure what to do

You show no fear

Emotionlessly, you turn your away

Your feelings fade into the background

Now I’m thinking

Love

Sometimes I wonder was there ever such a thing

To some it may seem like a distant memory

Its existence may have been a pleasant thing

To others a vagueness now extremely darkened

Two wrongs never made it right

Thought nothing could go wrong when two are in love

Broken heart how am I surviving

Is this really love

Is this what love really means

Somebody tell me

What is Love?

Sometimes I wonder was there ever such a thing

To some it may seem like a distant memory

Its existence may have been a pleasant thing

To others a vagueness now extremely darkened

Streams of Happiness

Face streaked with grief

Indefinite feelings of what these tears really mean

Controversy between joy and pain

If I never met you would these tears mean the same?

Last night I cried definite joy and pain

The day you left brought pain but I rejoice it the same

Cause if this is love, how could you leave

Cause if this is love, then this is something I don’t need

If’s there’s a such thing as love, then obviously

It wasn’t in you, so glad to see you leave

Still there are no grudges, there are no regrets

These tears they unleash such a beautiful distress

Multiple trips to places where feelings are weak

To destination’s where strength is achieved

Now my tears hold power they definitely thank you

They thank you for this quest, a journey none the less

Was always taught to forgive and later forget

I can forgive you, now forget you

Cluelessly asking

What is really love?

Sometimes I wonder was there ever such a thing

To some it may seem like a distant memory

Its existence may have been a pleasant thing

To others a vagueness now extremely darkened

Last night I cried

This morning I smiled

Was always taught to forgive and later forget

I can forgive you, now forget you

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