You have a cycle:
-Light up
-Use
-Step all over
-Move on to the next
That's what you did to me...
And so many others.

What is love?
Is it that feeling
you get when you
look into my eyes?
Or is it that
first warm day of
the season type of
feeling? What is love?
I've always wanted to
know. But now that
I've met you I
know exactly what it
is. It's that warm,
fuzzy feeling inside when
you say my name,
smile my way, touch
me ever so lightly,
hug me in the
gentlest way, say those
words to cheer me
up, when you tell
a joke, when you
blush everytime you're around
me, talk about me
to other people, when
you see my face
in a picture. I
know what love is
now. Thanks for helping
me define it.
**You are love

I never knew what
falling really was until
I met you. Falling
wasn't a danger or
threat, but it was
nonetheless a beautiful thing.
It gave me confidence,
courage, bravery, excellency, truth,
and most importantly it
gave me my wings,
taught me how to
fly. Now that I
can fly the distance
between us is no
longer a burden, but
only a few flip
of my wings away.
Thank you love for
teaching me how to
fly, fly away to
my love miles away.
Distance is now not
a burden. Now that
love has given me
my wings.

They run my life
they make it all better
they're my bestfriend,
lover, teacher, mother.
I wish I could escape
but I'm addicted.
An addiction to cope
with the one lost.
As soon as you left me
I wasn't sure what to do
I was addicted,
addicted to you.
They help me with
a bit of the pain.
But when you left
you took a part of me away.

Roses are black
Violets are black
I said I love you once
and you didn't say it back
Why'd I make such a big mistake?
I'm about to crack,
my heart is shattered.
The colors I once saw I now lack.
You were the color,
you also took that,
along with my heart,
now all I see is black.

A flower
Once bloomed
In the desert
of a heart:
Beautiful;
Brave;
And engulfed
In the fragrance of sincerity.

How mere the sight of it
Rendered the dreary eyes
A heap of serenity
As the sorrow vanquished
In the spell of its beauty.

A gentle breeze
Would make it sway
Leaving the spectator
Mesmerized
As it danced to the tune of wind;
Lost in its movements of frivolity.

Its vibrant exuberance
Would fill the space
Wherein a mind lay
Drowned
in its adorned tranquility
Devouring
the peace
... of divinity.

That flower
Once bloomed.

In the desert
Of my heart.