One pulls through
Logic
The other drags
Emotion
Who do I listen to
The one who
Thinks
This is a good idea
Or the
Feeling
Why cant they come
Together
Meet in the middle
Come to an agreement as
One

Love’s a flame; it burns so bright,
But too much fire steals the night
Too much love clouds your view,
This kind of love isn’t good for you

Love can hold, but love can break,
Leave you drowning in its wake
Too much love pulls you down,
Spins your world, turns it around

Oh, love isn’t always kind,
Takes your heart and steals your mind,
Oh, that love isn’t good for you,
This kind of love will tear you through

Love can lift, but love can fall,
Trap your soul, devour it all,
A little’s sweet; too much can sting,
Love’s a fire with a bitter ring

Love, beware its fire touch—
It burns too bright; it burns too much.
Oh, love isn’t always true
Love, Oh, love can burn through you.

One day our memories
will either become heartwarming photos
placed in gallery walls
were we can just admire them
for all of eternity
or they can become rotten pages
stuck in the back of our heads
slowly decaying away
never to be seen again
Wherever you put your memories
is up to you

Everyone's acting
like nothings going on,
Playing old roles
that's been over done

We've been walking down a corridor,
Now stumbling
Nostalgically at the door

Let's just open it!

The window shuts
With slender hands
A bond with the outside world ends
My skin is faint
The shade of mold
Rotting me out as I hold
close to my ear, a single fear tends
To push down my thoughts
With ice cold hands