Riddle me this: Is it fair that those SO DESERVING of love
Get thrown to the sidelines
While others experience something so sweet, yet so deadly??
I'm tired of askin questions as the time flies;
I'm searchin for answers,
Cause curiousity's eatin' at me
Like an unknown form of cancer...
---> She asks: "What does the idea of love do
To people like me N you??"
N here the questions start,
Best believe, they're comin' from the heart.
---> He responds: "Do you ever get tired if the
The
Breakin' up N makin' up again??
Does it ever get old??"
---> She wails: "Has it occured to you that a broken heart,
Mendin after bein torn apart,
Is STILL FRAGILE and can easily be broken again
Despite the healin??"
---> He answers: "Do you believe 'love' should be able to fill someone with the utmost joy,
Then cruelly snatch it away as if it were a child's toy??"
---> She reproaches: "Do you feel like I do?? That when it's all said N done
We'll both just walk away, never to be reunited as one??
Actions speak louder than words EVER will,
N I won't stand by while your sweet syllables fall upon my ears,
Where they'll manifest and take over, until I've had my fill..."
---> He remains silent,
Miserable, as he lets her vent.
---> She sighs: "I love you, I won't even deny that,
But it seems sometimes that love isn't returned back...
Yea, I REALLY want our love to be perfect
But is the
---> His final words: "I love you, and I always will,
N being with you brings me some kind of thrill.
But it seems like I'm a soldier fightin love's war,
N these battles have NEVER been so hard before..."
Three words, eight letters can mean EVERYTHING
Yet at the same time mean
I LOVE YOU.
-Brown Sugar©
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