Love.. Tis a four letter word.. Tis a word believed by many to be powerful.. To me it's just a word.. It's a word with the ability to make others feel good.. Maybe even better.. So I guess, in a sense, it is powerful, wonderful, maybe even beautiful.. But to me, it's still just a word..
Love.. Tis a word that can be said but not meant.. It can be replaced by others so easily.. Hmm.. Maybe its not so powerful.. Then again.. Maybe its both.. But tis still just a word..
Love.. The word holds no meaning for me.. Nor will it ever.. For it can be said in the heat of passion.. Or to prevent a person from going over the edge, and doing something harmful.. But in any case, it can be used falsely.. So, for me, it will always and forever be.. Just.. A word..
Begging for Death yet he will not come... Screaming in darkness for him to heed my call... Why won't he answer... Maybe tis not time for his visit... Death has come to people early before, has he not?.. Maybe tis because I call for him that he will not come......
completely lost and compeled to find my way... forever shall I search...... for that which I long to have......
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