He stands as a pillar of stone
A guard
At the door
To the passage
To his heart
He made his mistakes
Once
He won't again
No
Never again
Love cost him dearly
Now anger
Costs him
Love
She sits on her bed
And cries
All alone
Because the man
That she loved
Threw her away
Treated her like trash
For a woman who is
Love cost her dearly
Now hate
Cost her
Love
They sit
On opposite
Sides of the room
They don't talk
If they did
They would just
Fight
Again
Both sure that they're right
They won't compromise
So stuck in their ways
They just
Won't
Budge
Love cost them dearly
Now apathy
Cost them
Love
Love is not the
Warm fuzzies
When you're with them
It's commitment
It's compassion
It's forgiveness
It's pushing through to the end
True love starts
When the warm fuzzies are gone
What's left
Is
Love
Dec 10, 2013
Dec 10, 2013 at 5:09 PM UTC
He stands as a pillar of stone
A guard
At the door
To the passage
To his heart
He made his mistakes
Once
He won't again
No
Never again
Love cost him dearly
Now anger
Costs him
Love
She sits on her bed
And cries
All alone
Because the man
That she loved
Threw her away
Treated her like trash
For a woman who is
Love cost her dearly
Now hate
Cost her
Love
They sit
On opposite
Sides of the room
They don't talk
If they did
They would just
Fight
Again
Both sure that they're right
They won't compromise
So stuck in their ways
They just
Won't
Budge
Love cost them dearly
Now apathy
Cost them
Love
Love is not the
Warm fuzzies
When you're with them
It's commitment
It's compassion
It's forgiveness
It's pushing through to the end
True love starts
When the warm fuzzies are gone
What's left
Is
Love
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