LOVE** makes us lairs.    
It makes us lie to ourself
It tries to manipulate us
        
Love MAKES us vulnerable.
It rips and tears at our hearts.  
It exposes our most vital *****.

Love makes US weak.
It makes us show our true self.
It leaves your heart to bleed.

Love makes us feel.              
It makes us feel things we try to deny
It  forces us to feel what we try to forget  
                                          
Love makes us never forget
It makes sure we REMEMBER.        
It never takes away all the memories
                                 And the pain...
Try to deny it and try to protest.
                                     But love..          
                                       Won't let you go.
                                          No matter
                                            Where your at
Love never dies.

Limited
In our desolate life we as humans are given only a select number of years
                           Hours
                        minutes
                        Sec­onds        
Most People take for granted there  meager hours.                


In our  compendiary lifes we tend to waste a vast amount of time on  inadequate things.
                                                    
Our days are numbered.
Our lives will past by in a blink of an eye.                                                    

Cheeris­h the time you are given with your soul mate.
Some spend their whole life searching For them.
Don't let your numbers waste away.

Your tock is ticking. Soon the last grain of sand in your hourglass will spill though and you will into that enteral sumbler