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Tuesday, 3 August 2004

Wounds Of Love

Caught in the whirlpool of dreamers
Around us, fantasy keeps escalating
With nothing but fear consumers
We embrace the endless time of loving

We thought we were meant to be
That our future was foreseen
That we're the only ones too ever see
What true love really means

At first, it started out great
It was too good to be true
It was more than just a date
It was simply me and you

But too soon we loved
And too late we knew
That our time was shoved
When our love was still new

With the value of us misjudged
We had to pay the price
Misery was created
Along with a love dice

The dice recklessly thrown
And falls hard does the first mistake
To us it is shown
Love can't be forcibly made

To begin, our feeble trust strains
To continue, our love evolves into hate
To remain, our last hope drains
And to end, sadly we blame fate

Though it's easy to pretend
What's the point of it then?
Can the guilty really mend
As time repeats again?

Our love is a dying patient
Suffering undeniable pain
Reading the doctor's diagnoses
Saying there's nothing to be gain

Our love was left to mime
And only reminisced as the ashes of us
Despair commits the perfect crime
And tricks us into broken trust

And even though we say
We want to love evermore
Inside we crave each day
To get away from the love that sores

Ensnared by truth and lies
Lost in the subway of eternal vow
The pleasure of loving cries
Where do we go now?

We gambled our love away
Thinking we could last
Instead we both strayed
And kept wishing for the past

We hurt each other too much
By loving too quick to last
With our hope still in misery's clutch
We pray this would end fast

Now we wish for everything to be
The way they used to be
But unfortunately, it will never be
The way we've always wanted it to be

We swim in unbearable pain
A polluted pool of us
We're both going insane
Our love evaporating like cold dust

The simplicity of us
The complexity of love
The innocence of one's lust
The mistake from up above

There's no comfort in the truth
Pain is the heart you buy
Glasses breaking the silent soothe
Knowing our love will soon die

Realizing truth hurts
We part as dying friends
Realizing this hurts
We part hoping love mends

Maybe it's better this way
Because we hurt each other so
With all the things we want to say
We just have to let it go

Wounds to deep to heal
Time to short to see
What we really wanted to feel
The meaning of you and me

Posted by poetry/six6six at 12:05 AM EDT
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