Love is merely but a word to be thrown at me.
A word that I hear, but feelings fail to see.
A word that has been used to long as a mind trap.
All caught up in the words used to compare to crap.
Someone I want to be with is the true meaning of love
but to still be free, like that of a high flying dove.
The same old lines happen to keep coming around
and I'm tired of hearing the same squeaking sound.
Hearing the lies that she said, you'll never believe.
Anything I say, turns you away, making my heart grieve.
Once you choose your fate and your path is methodically set.
Find your lover then and then maybe you'll go where you wanna get
So run your relationship race with a happy eye
even if it happens to rain from the big blue sky.
So I have made my race and an invitation was thoughtfully sent
but no response came back so my trust was wrongfully lent.
You are here and that's lucky enough for me
because when I look at you love is all I see.

10/14/2003

Posted on 10/14/2003
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