Grief:
unbelieveable,
inconceiveable;
nothing comes easily;
nothing is ever free.
All good things have an end,
but how could it end when
we've just barely begun?
Lonely
is just what i feel; only
if you could come back then surely
we could be happy, together.
Love:
the four letter word
that is, in its entirety,
an emotion, a state of being, a state of thinking.
A state of mind that defies gravity and
denies reality and
once you are in this state of thinking,
of being, and believing,
there's no telling when you'll stop seeing
the beauty that surrounds this person
who makes your heart start fleeting, and beating
faster and irreguarly until you think that
it just might explode.
And speaking of the heart, it's probably
getting pretty heavy about now,
cuz, you see, that same love that makes you
believe in the things that could never seem
to actually be,
that same four-letter word that makes you think
"this person is the one for me"
that same emotion that leads you to feel
safe, secure, content, and complete
is the one thing in life
that will never be free.
Love
is anything but simple.
Love is knowing what not to say so that
the other person won't get mad,
but then saying it anyways
just because that's what's on your mind.
Love
is anything but quiet.
Love is getting the biggest teddy bear
on the shelf at wal-mart for Valentine's day,
then having to
carry it around
all day,
just to make the other person happy.
Love
is anything but selfish.
It's cooking dinner for each other
just to make life
that much easier
for the person you love.
Love
is anything but free.
It's the one thing that will always linger
even after it has been thought to be over.
Being in love
changes who you are
for forever.
So this grief,
maybe it is believeable,
maybe it is conceievable.
But this love is definately not free.
It is definately not over,
and it is definately going to last.
This love that's come over me
is what helps my heart to beat,
and its what helps me believe
that we were
meant to be.
Its a pretty price to pay, but
I knew when I went looking,
that love
isn't supposed to be free.
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