To myself I'm broken,
Lost with no token
of love to give to anyone.
my mind goes insane
absorbing the pain
that all of the world obtains.
Yet to others a factor of me shines through.
One I've yet to see too.
My laugh to me seems sick and twisted,
but to others it's misted
with some mysterious concoction
of love and other toxins.
Love will always put you into a difficult situation.
wheather it's loving yourself, or her, or him.
And sometimes it isnt love that keeps them.
it's the adventure.
