You know...
It's kind of sad that we're living in a world where loving someone just isn't enough anymore.
When did the world become so cold that love stopped being the one thing that there was more than enough of?
We could always make more if we needed.
A simple kind smile to a stranger on the street.
A hug.
A shoulder to cry on.
Now, it's like oil, or gold.
Such a limited supply left.
Instead of becoming more and more precious, people are finding it to be more and more useless.
Futile.
"Who needs love," most people ask "When we have money?"
Is paper really worth more than emotion?
There was a time when I was terrified to share my love with others.
Ironically, now I'm terrified of its fount drying up.
Truthfully, I'd be nowhere without love.
It looks like I'm headed there swiftly.
When did the world become so cold that love stopped being the one thing that there was more than enough of?
We could always make more if we needed.
A simple kind smile to a stranger on the street.
A hug.
A shoulder to cry on.
Now, it's like oil, or gold.
Such a limited supply left.
Instead of becoming more and more precious, people are finding it to be more and more useless.
Futile.
"Who needs love," most people ask "When we have money?"
Is paper really worth more than emotion?
There was a time when I was terrified to share my love with others.
Ironically, now I'm terrified of its fount drying up.
Truthfully, I'd be nowhere without love.
It looks like I'm headed there swiftly.