Jul 2013
Love, an infectious sickness,
I'm a victim with no witness.
Fighting a one sided case,
No room to explain, got me encased.
Spoken words left unheard,
There's no hearing.
Provided evidence don't suffice,
Did my due diligence,
Now they say it's negligence?
Once my reason for every breathe,
Now I'm only suffocating.
Love only get worse as you dig deeper,
Guess I'll be 10 feet under with this pursuit of happiness...
I'm a victim with no witness.
Fighting a one sided case,
No room to explain, got me encased.
Spoken words left unheard,
There's no hearing.
Provided evidence don't suffice,
Did my due diligence,
Now they say it's negligence?
Once my reason for every breathe,
Now I'm only suffocating.
Love only get worse as you dig deeper,
Guess I'll be 10 feet under with this pursuit of happiness...
I chose to title it Guilty Pleasures, because love is something we are all guilty of at some point for the pain we inflicted ourselves. Why? Because we allowed it to happen instead of suppressing it. Despite all the signs we want to pursue that fairy tale happy ending. Therefore we are guilty for seeking that pleasure.
