What a disgusting notion, love is
Who would want to get so close
Without knowing if the other feels similar
Rejection akin to getting hit by a car
Really no reason to chase one person
When they were never yours at all
People are people, nothing more
Trying to find the perfect one, what a chore
Yet here we are getting all wrapped up
In a world of hoping for love and trust
But crashing down into a pit of lies
Our body made of false hope, covered in flies
A person hoping, now cursing
A fate all knowing, now laughing
A bond of trusting, now reversing
A love waiting, now leaving
When I stand next to others I hesitate
Waiting for them to look and judge me
Eyes categorizing who I am
As if they can determine where I stand
So how could bring myself to love
People like that who can't see
Blind to everyone but themselves
Judging all the covers on the bookshelves
But I can't stop myself sometimes
When I see someone who is different
Shattering my pessimism and despair
Finally my pain isn't only mine to bear
A blind man crying, now seeing
A bystander waiting, now shoving
A man fallen, now believing
A lone soul, now loving
Jun 19, 2016
Jun 19, 2016 at 10:49 PM UTC
What a disgusting notion, love is
Who would want to get so close
Without knowing if the other feels similar
Rejection akin to getting hit by a car
Really no reason to chase one person
When they were never yours at all
People are people, nothing more
Trying to find the perfect one, what a chore
Yet here we are getting all wrapped up
In a world of hoping for love and trust
But crashing down into a pit of lies
Our body made of false hope, covered in flies
A person hoping, now cursing
A fate all knowing, now laughing
A bond of trusting, now reversing
A love waiting, now leaving
When I stand next to others I hesitate
Waiting for them to look and judge me
Eyes categorizing who I am
As if they can determine where I stand
So how could bring myself to love
People like that who can't see
Blind to everyone but themselves
Judging all the covers on the bookshelves
But I can't stop myself sometimes
When I see someone who is different
Shattering my pessimism and despair
Finally my pain isn't only mine to bear
A blind man crying, now seeing
A bystander waiting, now shoving
A man fallen, now believing
A lone soul, now loving