Luv,
It can be a word
A thought
A conscience decision
Sometimes its a habit to say
Other times because it feels right to say
The broken say love
The shattered cry luv
The mended whisper love
And the healthy prance with love
Were not the broken
For we are shattered inside,
Our remains skattered
Out ashes never to be found.
Maybe that's why we found each other
Through love and hate
And cursed blessed
The mask was altered just for you
Still thick from stone
And centuries old
It stands tall
Yet sometimes we fall.
Luv is not just a word I say
Its a feeling
A knowing
A conscience decision to stay
Sometimes the shattered cry love
Sometimes you make me
But I won't complain
For your the best luv I could luv
