Love
the unexplained version
of a wound deep in your heart
that you feel with no end
as that person is a friend
maybe you fall in love
unknown to your self
when you know
you feel terrible and wrong
so the story goes along
you walk
you talk
and your heart wont stop
beating with no rate
you feel hate
not to your heart
nor to love
nor to that person
but to yourself
for falling in love...
as you think more you rub
more you rub it in to your
conscience
to your mind
and to your own wound
as you feel a pain so deep
as when you pour
pure alcohol in to a wound
that buy drinking you think that the pain will stop
but when you realize
they learned to swim
so you emerge
into your mind
to you conscience
and to your heart
that pain so painful like a dart
when that person throws it
moving in circles
panels blowing air
going strait
n to the deep clutches
of your weak and painful heart
