I am in love with love I think.
But no one loves me.
Have you ever wondered why
some people have love and some don't.
It is because they think too much
when they have the chance
they mindlessly grab at it
and it slithers out of their reach
When others are nice
They get scared
To harm them, or they harm you
Your heart is a fragile thing
take care of it
Only a person that experienced
so little yet so much
laughed in pain
cried in happiness
Screamed in pleasure
hugged to betray
kissed to forget
and trapped in its mind
trying to find somewhere to leave
but the answer is right in front of them
Can't they see
Cant they hear
Cant, they touch
Cant they breath
Cant they taste
The kind, musical, soft, sweet, pleasant call of its mate
But they are trapped in their minds.
Maybe you don't know,
listen to me
When you are loved by that person
so sweet
so lovely
take care of them
tell them every day
That you love them
That you would wreck the world for them
That you would sell your soul for them
That you would do anything for them
That you love them
because every day it could be their last.