What solace do any of us have in love and the misery it presents?
It is said that everyone makes mistakes,
But who of us repents?
Which of us compare to Angels?
Whose demons stray not far?
Who of us leaves their pain at the door while others' define who they are?
There is no peace to find in falling
For what falls must hit an end.
Be wary and realize the harder you fall the less likely it is you will mend.
Falling itself is inevitable
We are all selfish things.
We only give love to get more love back
And feel like Life's Queens and Kings.
Then reality comes out of nowhere
Like swift and sudden bad news.
You are struggling in a black and white world to see any colors or hues.
So here you sit and ponder your fall
Surveying the now broken path
Aching from the brokenness in your heart
Feeding now off of your mind and its wrath.
I warn you again do not do it
In love there's no peace to be found.
Only fall if your heart isn't beating
Or your lungs aren't making a sound.