Love
Love is the beating of two hearts together
In pain and in happiness they bind
But the daily grind of finding time is a chore worth doing
Or is it?
My dear somehow I believe love is the beating of two hearts together
So fast that eventually they start to break and shatter
We as people become moveable and dependable on someone
Who is trapping us and holding us down while we scream
Love is beautiful, love is kind and love is simple
People are not
We as teenagers are barely holding ourselves together as it goes on
We add love and we became the ocean- rising and breaking constantly
We become the clouds-growing dark and then clearing
So where does that leave us?
Unstable and broken we carry on until time heals these wounds
And then and then we begin again.