Before I found love,
I didn't know any better.
Before I found love,
I didn't understand what love was.
What love is.
Before I found love,
I fell.
I fell into a bottomless, empty, dark
Chasm.
A ditch I myself had dug up
With a ***** bent spoon.
Before I found love,
I would lie in bed.
But I was never alone.
I didn't want to.
I had to.
No, I wanted to.
I needed to.
There was something
Addicting
About the strong arms of another.
I couldn't stop myself
From constantly wanting.
From always needing.
From giving up everything.
Before I found love,
I thought I had love.
But all I had were eyes filled with dust,
A ***** spirit,
And a heart full of lust.
I thought I was in love.
But I was in lust.
Always wanting, never giving
Always receiving, never blessing
Impatient,
Cruel,
Jealous,
Proud,
Selfish love.
And not to mention, my hands were sore,
Bruised,
Broken,
And ugly
From the never-ending routine of
Digging myself deeper and
Deeper and deeper
And deeper into my chasm.
I was judged,
Misunderstood,
And tortured.
It came to a point where
People started throwing stones
And words.
They threw them as hard as they could.
They threw them at me as if their lives
Depended on hitting that target.
And let me tell you,
Their aim was fantastic.
Before I found love,
Love found me.
Found me lying on the ground.
Found me in ripped clothes,
Found me with a battered flesh,
And a bleeding heart.
Love looked deep into my eyes.
No, Love's look went past my eyes.
Love peered into my very soul,
My inmost being,
My heart of hearts.
Love could tell by my
Bloodshot eyes
And broken body,
That I had been anything but
Beautiful
Lately.
Love pierced my heart
And saw every shortcoming
Every failing
Every flaw and imperfection
I had.
Love saw my past,
And it didn't seem to matter.
Love looked at me,
Really looked at me,
and said to me
That I wasn't guilty.
And Love pulled me
Out of my chasm.
Love walked away.
And amazed me.
Love loved me before I loved Love,
And Love loved me while
I was still in that chasm.
Love pulled me out,
And sealed it so that I
Would never fall into that chasm again.
I followed Love,
One night,
And poured a sweet smelling
Perfume--- the best kind
On Love's feet.
And kissed them.
Hair undone.
Face tear-stained.
Love wiped everything away.
My past.
My wrongs.
My old life.
I looked deep into Love's eyes,
and heard Love say,
“She has done
A beautiful thing
To me.”
A beautiful thing.
A beautiful thing.
I did it for Love.
Feb 10, 2012
Feb 10, 2012 at 6:29 AM UTC
Before I found love,
I didn't know any better.
Before I found love,
I didn't understand what love was.
What love is.
Before I found love,
I fell.
I fell into a bottomless, empty, dark
Chasm.
A ditch I myself had dug up
With a ***** bent spoon.
Before I found love,
I would lie in bed.
But I was never alone.
I didn't want to.
I had to.
No, I wanted to.
I needed to.
There was something
Addicting
About the strong arms of another.
I couldn't stop myself
From constantly wanting.
From always needing.
From giving up everything.
Before I found love,
I thought I had love.
But all I had were eyes filled with dust,
A ***** spirit,
And a heart full of lust.
I thought I was in love.
But I was in lust.
Always wanting, never giving
Always receiving, never blessing
Impatient,
Cruel,
Jealous,
Proud,
Selfish love.
And not to mention, my hands were sore,
Bruised,
Broken,
And ugly
From the never-ending routine of
Digging myself deeper and
Deeper and deeper
And deeper into my chasm.
I was judged,
Misunderstood,
And tortured.
It came to a point where
People started throwing stones
And words.
They threw them as hard as they could.
They threw them at me as if their lives
Depended on hitting that target.
And let me tell you,
Their aim was fantastic.
Before I found love,
Love found me.
Found me lying on the ground.
Found me in ripped clothes,
Found me with a battered flesh,
And a bleeding heart.
Love looked deep into my eyes.
No, Love's look went past my eyes.
Love peered into my very soul,
My inmost being,
My heart of hearts.
Love could tell by my
Bloodshot eyes
And broken body,
That I had been anything but
Beautiful
Lately.
Love pierced my heart
And saw every shortcoming
Every failing
Every flaw and imperfection
I had.
Love saw my past,
And it didn't seem to matter.
Love looked at me,
Really looked at me,
and said to me
That I wasn't guilty.
And Love pulled me
Out of my chasm.
Love walked away.
And amazed me.
Love loved me before I loved Love,
And Love loved me while
I was still in that chasm.
Love pulled me out,
And sealed it so that I
Would never fall into that chasm again.
I followed Love,
One night,
And poured a sweet smelling
Perfume--- the best kind
On Love's feet.
And kissed them.
Hair undone.
Face tear-stained.
Love wiped everything away.
My past.
My wrongs.
My old life.
I looked deep into Love's eyes,
and heard Love say,
“She has done
A beautiful thing
To me.”
A beautiful thing.
A beautiful thing.
I did it for Love.
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