Thursday, March 31, 2005
True Love
What is true love?
A mutual feeling that lifts you to the clouds above?
I'm sorry, no.
Let me teach you, that you may know.
True love is about being misunderstood,
Though all you do is for her good.
Sorely hated by the one you love,
Enduring pain you don't deserve.
Without complaint,
You suffer silently in pain.
And suppress your utmost desire,
To run to her and confess that you're a liar.
And pretend that you,
Are not hurt when you say 'adieu'.
When deep inside,
The downpour of tears have yet to subside.
I admit that I can't do this,
This love is too painful to exist.
But I can say that what I gave is close to it,
And already, it feels like with a knife, my wrist I slit.
- Emptiness - 3/31/2005 11:32:00 am
