Was It Ever Love?

                   Let's kiss away the promises

               bring back the good old days when lies

                   were all that you ever said,

               but at least then you cared...

Completely at a loss,

because your lips would caress

the gentleness of my chest;

it would heave, to feel your breath

against my trembling flesh.

                   Bet you never knew I'd miss you

              like the way I do right now, I bet you thought

                  my feelings were simple self murder

             cos who would love you right, who would love you...

                 well I try to convince myself you're right

            but it never works, it's too hard to fight, the love.

When you'd whisper in my ear

and the hairs on the back of my neck stood up,

because your words were full of love

and your touch turned me on so much,

you were never at a loss for words to say,

wish I could boast the same for today.

                        You said so many times to me

                            that you and I are over but it's just

                        something that kills me to accept.

                            You promised me a life, a love and I

                       just struggle so hard to give it up, as I gave it up

                            all for your love and yet now it's over.

The rumours of your acts

hit my ears in all directions,

but what did it matter to me,

that was your past anyway.

Why should I, care for that,

you were better now...

But ouch, you hit me hard.

                                  I try to tell myself it's all your fault

                                      and that I, did nothing wrong.

                                 It's no doubt true, or maybe I'm just hurting

                                     but I'm sure, it was me too.

                                 Never done things myself, always let you handle

                                    and I guessed, I asked too much.

                                 If I could cry, every time I miss you right now I'd,

                                    be swimming in an ocean of love.


His voice is oh so fine,

his lips are so tempting;

the tone of his words,

seem to me, so believable

and yet, it's just not enough -

as it's not yours, you're gone.

Her voice is so beautiful,

caring and compassionate -

his words are true, he's a friend

and he tells me the truth and yet,

it's not love, you are love.

                                If I could pretend, it all never happened

                                       maybe we could even be friends or something

                               but I can't deal with love, that hurts so much -

                                       I could just die, knowing that you don't love me

                              don't think I don't cry still, I just hide my hurt with bluntness

                              But the love, oh all of the love, is just too much.

                                      Why couldn't our old feelings, just keep us in touch?


I guess I'm quoting heartbeats,

just to make your heart think

that maybe, I'm worth so much.

You'll never read, not that you'd want to

what would I, ever mean to you?

I come to question logic, was I lied to -

did you ever, love me all that much?

My present partner says yes, oh yes

he saw it in your eyes and in your words,

when you said you were in love.

But I don't know how, if that's all true

that you could just not message me

nor care when I wanted to die and you,

just broke me one step more,

you don't call me to see how I am;

like I would gladly do to you.


                                I guess you think I'm obsessed, I don't really care

                                    cos the problem with a heart, is it is deceiving

                               did you lie, oh my love, was this just to make love?

                                    did I ever, make your heart beat, from hurt.



I guess I'm hoping something in your heart is beating,

like mine has done to many times, with a deepest burn

it creases me like a craving - I find I'm lost, still in love;

I dream of you each night, I wake with wanting you here,

remembering your arms and our sweet, sensual encounters -

I guess love, is never enough. I guess love, is not enough.



But back to the question,

was it ever love?