Love...
I thought I knew what it was. I thought that I could describe it and that I could feel it constantly...but as you progress through life without it, it ends to get cold...and you start to get sad. It seems that it's een happening to me all this week. I suppose that love is like a rose. It's there, sprouts a bud...blooms and blossoms into this beautiful form and feeling that is felt and brings passion and warmth to all who get to feel it, or even be near it. Then, like all flowers, it wilts...and dies.
I suppose that all that's left is to hang me upside down on the wall...and get the rest of the love out of me. WAit...you can't do that..it was sapped out today.
This week has...been unbearably torturing. I used to think that once it got as bad as it can, then it would start to get better. But that's not the case...once it gets as bad as it can...it keeps looking for new ways to kill you.
Sorry, there's no love here for me anymore...only pain and sorrow. Today was the kicker...
I suppose that all that's left is to hang me upside down on the wall...and get the rest of the love out of me. WAit...you can't do that..it was sapped out today.
This week has...been unbearably torturing. I used to think that once it got as bad as it can, then it would start to get better. But that's not the case...once it gets as bad as it can...it keeps looking for new ways to kill you.
Sorry, there's no love here for me anymore...only pain and sorrow. Today was the kicker...