this is what happens when i get drunk and allow my mind to ramble
Love, The Blurry Line
real life and fairy tale,
reality and make believe,
night and day,
wrong and right,
a clear simple line between both.
Love blurs the lines,
nothing makes sense, logic does not apply.
We have all lied,
to ourselves, to each other
we tell the ones we dont love we do,
and the ones we love we dont.
Love is a show of emotion,
but showing too much can scare love away,
while showing no emotion has the same effect,
again the line blurs.
Logic does not apply, you've been hurt before,
which sours the waters of trust like a poison.
The ones you should trust, you cant.
The ones you do trust, you shouldn't.
A blurry line resurfaces its ugly head.
How does one find balance?
After so many failed attempts defeat seems the attractive path.
Thats when the feeling of love strikes again.
Such a wall is built up, yet so easily torn down.
What do you listen to?
Hope?
the seductive temptress has led you astray thus far.
The alternative?
Despair, Loneliness...
i choose not.
The more it happens, the more you second guess.
The line's blur is distorted once again.
You find the one, so you think.
The one that yet again tears down the carefully built wall.
When you've found the one, or so you think,
You want to tell her everything, open up,
but alas, caution says beware
the wall rebuilds.
What to do?
Hard to see through the blur.
Your true love would understand,
Even though you think its too soon.
If it is too soon, can you handle losing faith in love yet again?
You were sure, but the more times you think you have it figured out,
the more wrong your proven.
So you've learned,
that you keep your feelings, as well as your past in check,
show some, share a little, too much can be fatal
But wait, that too before has failed.
A new line is born.
Tell too much and send love running?
Tell too little and have love walk away.
True love would understand,
or so the fairy tales say.
What if true loves grows, and wouldn't understand right away?
Too many guess's, too little time,
get one or two right but never all three
Tis the story of love,
or what we think it to be.
Is she the one? or just another stepping stone from which i learn?
Only time will tell
real life and fairy tale,
reality and make believe,
night and day,
wrong and right,
a clear simple line between both.
Love blurs the lines,
nothing makes sense, logic does not apply.
We have all lied,
to ourselves, to each other
we tell the ones we dont love we do,
and the ones we love we dont.
Love is a show of emotion,
but showing too much can scare love away,
while showing no emotion has the same effect,
again the line blurs.
Logic does not apply, you've been hurt before,
which sours the waters of trust like a poison.
The ones you should trust, you cant.
The ones you do trust, you shouldn't.
A blurry line resurfaces its ugly head.
How does one find balance?
After so many failed attempts defeat seems the attractive path.
Thats when the feeling of love strikes again.
Such a wall is built up, yet so easily torn down.
What do you listen to?
Hope?
the seductive temptress has led you astray thus far.
The alternative?
Despair, Loneliness...
i choose not.
The more it happens, the more you second guess.
The line's blur is distorted once again.
You find the one, so you think.
The one that yet again tears down the carefully built wall.
When you've found the one, or so you think,
You want to tell her everything, open up,
but alas, caution says beware
the wall rebuilds.
What to do?
Hard to see through the blur.
Your true love would understand,
Even though you think its too soon.
If it is too soon, can you handle losing faith in love yet again?
You were sure, but the more times you think you have it figured out,
the more wrong your proven.
So you've learned,
that you keep your feelings, as well as your past in check,
show some, share a little, too much can be fatal
But wait, that too before has failed.
A new line is born.
Tell too much and send love running?
Tell too little and have love walk away.
True love would understand,
or so the fairy tales say.
What if true loves grows, and wouldn't understand right away?
Too many guess's, too little time,
get one or two right but never all three
Tis the story of love,
or what we think it to be.
Is she the one? or just another stepping stone from which i learn?
Only time will tell