love, love, love, its everywhere.
In every pop song, poem and story.
Even though most ignore those things
They will learn

I just sit in my room, with out my own group.
cursing the name Love, tears streak along my face

short lived loves, rips my heart the deepest

I never cared if I had it before
never even really knew if I would die alone or not

then men started to come in and out
never knew if they were for real, all fakes

then him, so different so sweet. how could I pass him up
Everything was black and white when we got together
my eyes glowed with love, when he stroked my face with his fingertips

I finally found my perfect match
I even fit perfectly into his arms

No other love could be better

then, things changed. stopped talking to him so much
not a word for every, no emails no phone calls no nothing
was it me, did he just not want to talk to me?
I just, gave up after awhile
I haven't talked to him in three months, my life is over.

things changed, his love faded, but not I
I'm still a mess, still waiting deep in my covers to be rescued

love, love ,love its everywhere
in the halls of familiar places
in the heart of a familiar face
in our minds when we think of that one person who makes us feel ANYTHING

ITS IN OUR BLOOD THAT RUNS THROUGH EVERY SINGLE VAIN THAT CAN FEEL LOVE

IT'S IN OUR SOULS NOT TO BE FORGOTTEN

ITS IN OUR BODIES, ITS IN THE THINGS WE DO AND HOW WE DO THEM

HOW COULD LOVE BE BAD IF ITS' THE ONLY THING US HUMANS HAVE.

its not fair I thought he just might not be the only person I wouldn't run away from

its just not fair, this pain, its just not fair

now do you see my pain, my agony and angst

this is the sad truth of a short lived love