Why is it so hard
being in love?

Why does it hurt
caring about someone?

Why aren't I happier
that I found you
out of all the billions
here on earth?

Why do words stop flowing
in my hollow mind
when I see you?

Why do I only find
inspiration here
in solitude?

I'm starting to feel
like Cupid's
tool.

What a fool...

Fear of happiness.
Fear of distress.

Why are they so similar?
And why are you so familiar?

I won't run away,
if you tell me to stay.

I won't mind your habits,
I will love you to bits.

Please accept that you are beautiful.
And know that I am a complete fool

for you, alone.
Do you hear me moan?

And do you see me??
You have to believe me...

There is a symbol in my eyes,
wider than the skies.

Why am I ashamed of this?
All I want is just
a kiss.

What should I do?
To be alone with you?

O you who came out of the blue

It will be different this time
I swear...
I can hardly bear
Not seeing you here

Its one of those things they never teach you
How to love someone, how to woo someone
Its treated as a phenomenon, rather than a skill
But there is skill, and timing

There has to be boldness and effort
And after all this talk of honesty
There is always an element of deceit
And you have to tell you're heart

"Sit quietly, please"

And when you're playing with hearts
Someone always falls apart
It's the most terrible part...

Why don't we show more mercy?
Why are we so full of lust and glee?
That we cannot see, someone is suffering
like we did?

How can one win, or even begin?
In a game so cruel and fledgling...

Where does sympathy end, and
Love begin?