Misc. Files

The Word

Love is a word, a feeling, an action. Love can ascend you to heaven, or damn you to hell. Love can lift, and love is pain. It makes you boil inside with jealousy, it makes you laugh and exult with joy! Love can tear you apart, or bring you back to whole. It can leave your mood gnarled, and make you cry out to the moon. Love for me is torture, I want to love you, I want to allocate my heart for you, and have an ardent feeling towards your heart. My heart for you is assiduous to win you over, I can't stop it from running after you. Everytime I find myself in a heartache, a mind-ache, my heart gets sick, I want to run to you, but instead, I go home and cry in a pillow. Life in itself, is hard, and my love for you let's me see the light when it's dark. I feel like my love for you is disconsolate, maybe I have no chance with following up with your style. But you enlighten me, you make me feel like maybe I can love you.

You say you love me, I say I love you, but who means it, I know I mean it, do you? It's just a question. Wonder why I ask this question, I get jealous. I want to wrap your other interest in shrouds and have me take your attention, your one and only focus, spend some time on the perusal side with me. Allocate all your time for me, take me away with you, and we can have some fun, any type we want. Don't say you love me, show me too.

Show me the light, and I'll walk to it, don't forsake me to darkness, and show me a flash of your luminance every once in awhile. Honey, I love you with deep sensation to think on you every second. I love you everyday, and every night. Baby, don't deviate from my heart, stay compact with it, show me the love. Words are cheap, and actions are unique, don't leave my heart in your obsolete. Because if I think of you as a keep, you aren't anything petite. I love you, and love me back, because in that case, I won't leave.