“What is love?”
A question that swirled around my brain for hours.
Love was just a fancy word for meaning “getting ****** over”…
Until I met you.
When I would love, it was never sober.
I didn’t know when to put the bottle down, to say enough was enough…
Until I met you.
When my lover went down on me,
My ******* were bluff…
Until I met you.
If someone ever asked about my lover,
I would freeze up and say, “ask him for yourself?”…
Until I met you.
Making love was always a chore,
So boring and unsatisfactory…
Until I met you.
How was I ever going to get out of this never ending loop-hole called “love”?
It was the moment I caught your eyes gazing at me from across the seats of that smelly, old bus.
It was the moment when your words became my favorite song.
It was the moment I couldn’t stop staring at how blue and beautiful your eyes were.
It was the moment I wanted to say “I love you”, but couldn’t…
Mar 24, 2016
Mar 24, 2016 at 4:01 PM UTC
“What is love?”
A question that swirled around my brain for hours.
Love was just a fancy word for meaning “getting ****** over”…
Until I met you.
When I would love, it was never sober.
I didn’t know when to put the bottle down, to say enough was enough…
Until I met you.
When my lover went down on me,
My ******* were bluff…
Until I met you.
If someone ever asked about my lover,
I would freeze up and say, “ask him for yourself?”…
Until I met you.
Making love was always a chore,
So boring and unsatisfactory…
Until I met you.
How was I ever going to get out of this never ending loop-hole called “love”?
It was the moment I caught your eyes gazing at me from across the seats of that smelly, old bus.
It was the moment when your words became my favorite song.
It was the moment I couldn’t stop staring at how blue and beautiful your eyes were.
It was the moment I wanted to say “I love you”, but couldn’t…
