I could write a whole list of loves
But why would I
If you won't read it?

l.v.s

Dancing through the fog
The red specks
Hunt desperately
For anything
To set ablaze.

Will these fragile embers
Produce warmth
And comforting light?
Or will their search
Be in vain?

They'll either feed their hunger
Or slowly burn out
And take all hope
Of these unfortunate souls
Making it through the night.

l.v.s

To you, it might sound bland
In all honesty, it's rather grand!
Come see dead seabirds in the sand
Plane tickets are in high demand
For the "beautiful" country of New Zealand.

l.v.s

Love can be beautiful,
Yes, it can.

But love's also a drug,
And just like any addiction
It can cause more harm than good
Depending on the dosage
and the environment in which it's taken.

Some drugs give you a buzz when you're with friends,
Others leave you in the gutter all alone.
It depends on the strength,
The dosage
And who you're with.

Love can be beautiful
But it can also get out of control.

You always learn a lesson from it, don't you?
Love alone is harmless and magical,
Don't get me wrong.
But you also have to think of the situation...

l.v.s

I'm in control of my thoughts
But that doesn't mean
I have control of the reins.

You might be steering the horse
But you're not the one that decides
Whether it will listen,
If things will run smoothly
Or you'll be thrown off.

That's how my brain gets sometimes
It charges wherever it wants
And I have to hold on tight.

I'll pack everything up,
Crawl into bed
And latch on.

l.v.s

Some people slip,
When their clay gets out of shape
They accept what they're given
And set it in stone.

But you keep improving;
More water,
A faster or slower pace,
Viewing from different perspectives... etc.

You know there's a possibility
You refuse to give up
And be stuck the same way forever.

l.v.s