The question is ... Why is love always so feared just start slow in first, then move to 5th gear..?
to run and to hide will keep you at bay, but to try and endure could lead you the right way... even after your heart hits the ground, the sky may be gray, but not love lost.. yet no love found.
I don't want meaningless love, I want something that lasts... but my life as I know ... is like broken glass
I try to pick up the pieces.. they cut me in vein, but I'd rather hurt than feel no pain.
Each time I fall harder than the one before, but regardless of that I'll still hit the floor... and it hurts like hell to be alone but my heart in the meantime will aimlessly grown.
They say whats meant for you.. wont pass you by, but I feel those words are just one more lie, because so much has passed me it couldn't be right
but what can you do... when she's no longer in sight.
Stopping off and on, never getting what I am looking for -
down streets of life. Streaming down hot, black, tar paved streets, looking for
life to meet my needs.
Seeing sights, beauty, along the way, finding an umbrella once in a while for shade to rest beneath, Losing all hope when looking up ahead at my horizon, because it is too far out of reach.
Standing still within my mind, choices of life cannot be defined, grief from the past, pounding, pressing heavily upon my life's blood, causing pain to fill my tormented mind.
Causing it to turn inside out - searching for the reasons and meaning of it's scattered fragmented existence.
Finding reasons from the past that have brought this lasting impression of what life is about leaving no room for asking questions ... just leaving unsettling doubts creeping out from pages of yesterday's memories.
Debris piled high, giving life the image of being a dump a garbage pile rife with pain.
Standing on the edge ... looking back.... slipping... falling... landing in a heap of death.
Love is that later Thing than Death, and more previous than Life, but it lies not in our power to love or hate, for the will... in us is overruled by fate.
When two are stripped, along a clear road... the course begin, they wish that one should love and the other should win.
And one especially do we affect... of two gold ingots, like in each respect, the reason no man knows, let it suffice
What we behold is censured by our eyes.!
Where both deliberate, the love is slight..!
Who ever loved, that loved not at first sight...!
