High on Love

by Daryl   Jan 11, 2007


Hurt
Pain
Love. The same thing.

Use me,
Please choose me.
Hurt me till I cry.

Now lose me,
Confuse me
Then slowly let me die.

Killing slowly,
Kissing lovely,
Love is meant to be so painful.

When I close my eyes,
I realize that you are the drug that keeps me high
High above, high on your love
Up above the pain so high.

You hear my cry and you cry with me,
Loving, caring so hellishly
to me. Please free me
let me

Die a little each time for you,
Lie in my face when you need to.
Loving me extreme with a stab,
Wounding me, killing me, scab.

That's what I am to you.
Can't wait to pick me off.
Hate, I give to you
You just can't get enough.

Hate,
Love.
Falling Up,
Rising Down.
Isn't it all the same?

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  • 17 years ago

    by didi

    I cry because I can say I could have written the same thing