You are too young for me
You don’t know what love is
Because you don’t know what loss is…
What pain is.
Stand alone and hear yourself thinking
You only know today
What was yesterday?
Where is tomorrow?
Don’t think because it is now
Love is only in the moment.
Courage is love
It is the bravery to love through hurt
To know the pain is coming
To see through blind eyes
What the heart is too scared to admit
How convenient is my love
You take me for granted
You are worse than a liar
Because you do not speak the truth.
Your truth is masked
Hazed with fatigue
Obscured with denial
Doomed by incomprehension
What are words?
When they are the only things we have.
Syllables of resonance
Repeating over and over, the truth.
We can’t get mad at the truth
Only fling our poor broken hearts at it
Weep because we were so close
And it still got us nothing.
There is no door to walk through anymore.
Standing still seems the only option
Unless you are fond of turning around
How many times can you keep turning
Until you get dizzy and fall down.
I’ll always wonder
Who was the one, if not me?
I think I'd like to meet her.
You don’t know what love is
Because you don’t know what loss is…
What pain is.
Stand alone and hear yourself thinking
You only know today
What was yesterday?
Where is tomorrow?
Don’t think because it is now
Love is only in the moment.
Courage is love
It is the bravery to love through hurt
To know the pain is coming
To see through blind eyes
What the heart is too scared to admit
How convenient is my love
You take me for granted
You are worse than a liar
Because you do not speak the truth.
Your truth is masked
Hazed with fatigue
Obscured with denial
Doomed by incomprehension
What are words?
When they are the only things we have.
Syllables of resonance
Repeating over and over, the truth.
We can’t get mad at the truth
Only fling our poor broken hearts at it
Weep because we were so close
And it still got us nothing.
There is no door to walk through anymore.
Standing still seems the only option
Unless you are fond of turning around
How many times can you keep turning
Until you get dizzy and fall down.
I’ll always wonder
Who was the one, if not me?
I think I'd like to meet her.
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