There's so much love between us,
Love that we don't need.
It's a delusion in our heads,
A delusion bringing us to our knees.
We believe in things that are non existent,
And by 'we' I also mean me.
We believe them to our death,
Things that we never see.
Things that seem ethereal,
Things that seem like heaven.
Things like, love.
Something that works like venom.
It kills you, but not once.
It heals you, but to play more.
It's bruises cannot be seen,
But this is what you asked for.
Because You did this,
You opened the door.
For the day you fell in love,
Was the day you declared war.'
Apr 23, 2016
Apr 23, 2016 at 1:25 AM UTC
There's so much love between us,
Love that we don't need.
It's a delusion in our heads,
A delusion bringing us to our knees.
We believe in things that are non existent,
And by 'we' I also mean me.
We believe them to our death,
Things that we never see.
Things that seem ethereal,
Things that seem like heaven.
Things like, love.
Something that works like venom.
It kills you, but not once.
It heals you, but to play more.
It's bruises cannot be seen,
But this is what you asked for.
Because You did this,
You opened the door.
For the day you fell in love,
Was the day you declared war.'
