I’d never want to be trapped,
Lost in Love.

Too much pain and too little love.
Too much anger, yet so little time.
Too many tears, that counts as the rain.
To much of a burden, nothing to gain.
More deception, than honesty.
More reprehending, less commending.

I have not yet learned the depth of the pain that love has.
For to anything it feels infinite, yet mischievous.
Oh how one, can play with another’s heart.
The joy and laughter sometimes that soul will have.
Or even hurt depending on the love disaster.
Yet the other soul grieves in the ashes of the night

I cannot begin to express the dangers of the clouds,
But we all can see when they shift what they can bring.
Oh sweet love my soul does shift,
Like the pondering wind and the deceiving clouds.
How do I allow you to play on my little playground,
Without doubt, without grief

Shall I not hurt in the grieving atmosphere?
Shall I not mope, to see that I cannot live?
Because I lost trust, before the time began.
If I do see the light in the midst of the dark,
I will foreshadow myself to run to it,
Before pain takes my heart.

I’d never want to be trapped,
Lost in Love.

Too much pain and too little love.
Too much anger, yet so little time.
Too many tears, that counts as the rain.
To much of a burden, nothing to gain.
More deception, than honesty.
More reprehending, less commending.

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