LOVE
A word made up to bring pain
A dizzier to create suffering
Why do we love only to be left behind
Why do I fear to love
Does love know it hurts
Can love bring happiness
Have I entombed myself in a invisible bird cage, where there is no exit, no freedom
I watch my fragile life from a distance, knowing it will dissolve into dust
I still dream of places I once explored, where the sun never sets and the darkness never comes
My mind so strong, like iron horse men advancing into battle, knowing there is no return
LARRY STUART 09
Feb 6, 2010
Feb 6, 2010 at 12:07 AM UTC
LOVE
A word made up to bring pain
A dizzier to create suffering
Why do we love only to be left behind
Why do I fear to love
Does love know it hurts
Can love bring happiness
Have I entombed myself in a invisible bird cage, where there is no exit, no freedom
I watch my fragile life from a distance, knowing it will dissolve into dust
I still dream of places I once explored, where the sun never sets and the darkness never comes
My mind so strong, like iron horse men advancing into battle, knowing there is no return
LARRY STUART 09