I think my muse is breaking my heart all the time
It's a never ending battle between lust and love
I am not seen as the aesthetically pleasing rose that grew from the concrete
More as an opportunity that was taken for granted and when realized, too late
The more cautious one is of protecting the heart the farther we grow apart
The more carefree and wild I run with my love, the more comatose love seems
I love to love
I love to be in love
But i hate what love brings in the end
The only thing promised in life is death, and it's almost as if love has that same elucidation
I’m a fool for love that's never been loved properly
Settling for less, receiving disrespect, and being treated as someone’s property
Baby girl is tired of giving out love
Baby girl is tired of being the entertainment for the god of love
Baby girl wants love and to be in love
Baby girl is tired of being strong and having to be the only person who loves herself
Baby wants to find a home in someone
she wants something more in depth than what the eyes can see
What the mouth can taste
What the hands can feel
What the mind has been taught
She wants something real, but what can make it real enough?
I am asking for too much?