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Something About Love
Love
I slept with pain drenched in it.
Caressed me silently I thought it's it.
I loved sadness, when I bleed.
Bleed the love, I thought I had.
Love
I've felt it once or maybe twice.
It's nothing much, but it was nice.
Simply strange butterflies.
The kind that flatter by.
Love
Is the beauty in the chase.
Love
Is the beauty in saving Grace.
Once you catch up to love.
It's more about commitment and drive.
That's how I lost love.
I found it before I knew this.
Love
I hate that you carve.
Thoughts of you and I.
Fading in a blissful memory.
I slept with pain drenched in it.
Caressed me silently I thought it's it.
I loved sadness, when I bleed.
Bleed the love, I thought I had.
Love
I've felt it once or maybe twice.
It's nothing much, but it was nice.
Simply strange butterflies.
The kind that flatter by.
Love
Is the beauty in the chase.
Love
Is the beauty in saving Grace.
Once you catch up to love.
It's more about commitment and drive.
That's how I lost love.
I found it before I knew this.
Love
I hate that you carve.
Thoughts of you and I.
Fading in a blissful memory.
Published 14th Apr 2014
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14th Apr 2014 9:31pm
Hmmm what is Love?
I'm feeling some angst in this but i liked your slight explanation of something that we all try to know i guess.
"Simply strange butterflies. The kind that flatter by." aint that the truth!
I'm feeling some angst in this but i liked your slight explanation of something that we all try to know i guess.
"Simply strange butterflies. The kind that flatter by." aint that the truth!
15th Apr 2014 4:16am
If you feel angst then you completely get it.. love it to often accompanied by depression.... Feedback much appreciated!
