We throw around “I love you”
Like children playing catch
Disregard for incubated tenderness
Too impatient to let it hatch.
We throw it on the floor
***** with all kinds of mud
Disregarding potential growth
Limited as a spud.
We drag it in the dust
As if we never care
Hearts. Raw love. Precious.
Yet, not considered rare.
Perforated souls
Deadly games of fear
Initial intention: hope and love
Yet harbored pains appear
Yet smiles appear on every face
Pretending its all ok
Too hard to face true worth I suppose
So our hearts of love, become child’s play.
A common misconception
We believe the lies are true
But let’s review true treasure again
Let our understanding of love be new.