it clears the street of the silent army, so we can dance.
I looked back on entries that I used to write with such passion. Devotion I refused to give up, even though it gave people a reason to talk. Pure unconditional love that I've forgot even what its presence feels like. I would write I will never love like that again. Considering those posts were always about the same person, the outcome was true. I feel as though every relationship that I've had since then was loving and devoted but i walked away with out a fight. The pain of a tragic ending still lingers here and there but never a burning. I wonder if the older i get the more detached i become. And if I can ever truly love someone the way they deserved to be loved. I'm always looking over my shoulder, watching my back. I say that I will take down all these walls and am actually never brave enough to do so.
I feel like I walk through every town,that ive ever been to, with out blinking. People stop and meet me as i'm passing through. My pocket is always heavy with acquaintances, but my hand is always very lite with true friendships. I feel like I must stay moving, and when stationed in one place I cant breathe. I try and convince myself that I like a boy or that this person is interesting but it always falls short.
When youre a kid everything is so clear. You know what you want and what you love. Now, I cant tell up from down. I let fewer and fewer people in. And the concept of love isnt something I even believe in anymore. I'd do anything to have a focused passion. Something to work towards. I see these kids starting riots with out a reason, building wars with out any soldiers and wonder is it because they have no real pain yet or i have no real passion.
Does true love really exist? And can it ever end with out tragedy?
I feel like I walk through every town,that ive ever been to, with out blinking. People stop and meet me as i'm passing through. My pocket is always heavy with acquaintances, but my hand is always very lite with true friendships. I feel like I must stay moving, and when stationed in one place I cant breathe. I try and convince myself that I like a boy or that this person is interesting but it always falls short.
When youre a kid everything is so clear. You know what you want and what you love. Now, I cant tell up from down. I let fewer and fewer people in. And the concept of love isnt something I even believe in anymore. I'd do anything to have a focused passion. Something to work towards. I see these kids starting riots with out a reason, building wars with out any soldiers and wonder is it because they have no real pain yet or i have no real passion.
Does true love really exist? And can it ever end with out tragedy?