For love is the thing that has brought me to this.
love has dragged me into a pit of insanity and chaos.
Love- if fact - is the very thing that hurt me the most,
because I expected so much love back, and all I got...
Was half the share I needed.
For love is the thing that has brought me to this.
My endless ranting of pain and sorrow.
How can such a beautiful thing be so dangerous?
For only a couple of words can brake the definition of
L O V E.

At night.
I think about you.

At noon.
I think about you.
I'm sure many other lovers do.

In the morning.
I think about you.

And this to you should be good news.

In my sleep.
I think about you.

At work.
I think about you.

Even driving.
I think about you.

This shouldn't come as any surprise?

Only worry when I no longer do?

Its been a while
Writing was my only smile,
Then came life
And now i’ve lost my drive,

It’s easy to laugh
On others behalf,
but the confusion that’s found, inside my heart
Made me forget why we’re five feet apart.

I don’t know if this poem makes sense,
But i am writing this with great suspense
I was once sure what my life was like,
But know i am as lost as a child in the dark.

Not high philosophising
that inkling
might just be the right thing!