Thoughts of longing spread;
Like spilt water in the sand,
And contaminate my heart and soul--
Of which against I cannot stand.
I explain in my own mind
The feelings I could have,
Without saying too much
So my heart's not cut in half.
My brain seems not to understand
What my heart is craving for,
And pleads with warnings to back down
For self-preserving bores.
My heart is strong, resilient--
It should be ready for war;
But, I don't know, I can't explain
That I want so much more.
Love is so cunning and merciless
That its' power commands esteem,
Which avoiding is impossible
And not even worth the dream.
Love is as love does
Tearing through empty space.
Love is as love does
When it kills with grace.
Love is as love does
Without remorse to save face.
Love is as love does
And then leaves without a trace.
Then love plays the boss
And lets you know you can be replaced.
