• Love is a feeling we all want
    something deep n conforting.
    At a ceratain age we search for it,
    we want it so bad till we are bleeding,
    we don't see right, we don't see wrong.
    When we are alone its always cold,
    we cry for that we wush to hold
    nothing is ever new
    the feelings come and go
    they cloud our veiw
    our judgment fails
    we let them use us and our hearts barely prevails.
    A broken promise
    a broken heart,
    shadered dreams,
    it all be over
    and here we are together.
    My lips go numb
    as u watch me bleed forever.
    I died with a smile
    all I wanted was to live for a while,
    it is over n here you are
    here for the joy if the ride.
    Your mind and heart I will pierce
    with all your fears
    Love is all its left
    and was never real.
    Emptyness is what we all have?
    Inside our hearts we'll search for truth,
    and we'll fill the emptyness
    left for the moment of love.