To love
And love
And love and love and love
With such reckless abondon
It's as if I have no choice
But to let my heart bleed out on the floor before me
I think I lose more than I try to give
Tell me,
How can I make my heart beat less?
How can I quell it's waves so that I won't rupture in two?
So that I need not stitch myself back together after every small scratch?
Apr 8, 2025
Apr 8, 2025 at 4:59 AM UTC
To love
And love
And love and love and love
With such reckless abondon
It's as if I have no choice
But to let my heart bleed out on the floor before me
I think I lose more than I try to give
Tell me,
How can I make my heart beat less?
How can I quell it's waves so that I won't rupture in two?
So that I need not stitch myself back together after every small scratch?
I realize that I'll never receive the same kind of love that I so readily give away
To others, it's seems
As if it was of little triumph
When to me, it was my everything
