That Lonely Word

So. I’m confused.

Blah.

Did I ask too much?

More than a lot.

You gave me nothing,

Now it’s all I’ve got.

We’re one, but we’re not the same.

Well we hurt each other,

Then we do it again.

You say,

Love is a temple, Love is a higher law.

Love is a temple, Love is a higher law.

You asked me to enter, but then you make me crawl

And I can’t be holding on,

To what you got

When all you got is hurt.

~ by semiscenic on June 24, 2009.