You treat me like I stole her
When really all you did was take a toll on her
She is tired of your selfishness
This whole situation starts to bore
I wish I could tell you everything and pour
But every time I try to tell you what is best
You make me take the blame
From her I want pure love not fame
This is no longer a love game
You can frame me no more
You are so blind you forget where to aim
Your selfishness can’t  ever seem to be tamed
She changed the direction of her heart
Finally a love that cannot be broke apart
What we have is like a priceless piece of art
But you can’t seem to depart from your feelings
You think that I am stealing her
When really I am healing her from your destruction
The battered pieces you left of her

if i would be taller
my life would be great
but ****** im not
and i need to lose weight

the walls are so high
and the world is so big
i look to the sky
as my friend smokes a cig

id love to be 6 foot
so my dreams can come true
and if ur my mates ex
ill be seeing u soon

Can love contradict?
Can love be wrong?
Wrong in what sense
Can love be a song?
A jam, a tune, a slow song, a beat?
Love had moved my feet.

Will it speak to your heart?
Or is that too cliche?

Will it top off you glass,
‘till it spills on you hands?
Can it drain too quickly?
Does love run out,
like hour glass sands?
Does love leave?
Desert?
Walk out?
Can love abandon us,
like we abandon it?
Can love ever really leave us,
or give us the slip?

Does love roll over,
like unused cell phone minutes?
Or does love start anew when each day is finished?
Does love know time?
Can time sense love?
Is that why loving moments last so long?
Or perhaps they flee,
for time, like love, is objective you see.

Can love be malicious?
Or only be kind?
Does love need glasses because it’s blind?
Should love use a walker when it grows old?
Does love stand tall?
Does it do what it’s told?

Can love be found on a walk in the park?
Can it pop up through sidewalk cracks?
Be painted on a wall?
A canvas?
Is love like art?

Can love be withdrawn?
Taken aback?

Is love a fighter or meek?
Old and wise, or young and weak?
Does love take time or maybe it’s quick?
Go out like a sparkler, or burn long like a wick?
Soft as a pillow, or rough as bark?
Can love be harsh?

Will love always run smooth?
I’ll answer that, no.
But neither can love erode.

Yes, love is a healer and love loves your love.
Love loves you questions, your short comings, simple hugs.

Love is the mother that kneels,
Praying for you.
The father watching fondly,
Over everything you’ll do.
Even if it’s silly or wrong,
He’ll be amused.
But He won’t show it,
He’ll be quiet,
Because God, like love, loves to take His time.