When you find the one, no worry,
I’m sure you’ll end up just like me.
All memories you wish blurry,
******* to live you’ll hate to see.
No, never wishing the worst through,
Yet, bad times just come to find us.
Chased away the good in us flew,
Left a darkened hole filled with ****.
No matter how drained our souls are,
There’s some fight in us yearning more.
Perhaps love doesn’t reside thar,
Maybe the sound of it can bore.
Or maybe it’s all in our head -
True love? What’s left till it’s all bled…