With seasons comes change
comes weather rearranged
with a world of different views its hard to see how we're humane
We let love fluster hate
use words to demonstrate our pains
but when were alone we're all the same
We see our selves as perfect pictures in a frame.
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Monday, July 4, 2011
Fuel to the Heart
A puddle stands between us.
a match becomes lit.
Words get it exchanged
fire sparks with flames.
We tend to burn each other as words become fire to our flame.
Broken by each word, our body begins to feel the pain.
We say the deepest things that crushes our heart to never learn to love again.
The only love we know is the love that burned us before...
So I here wondering, could I love you anymore
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