I think I hate you, and that's a strong word
But I'm not being absurd-- See I've been observing
Watching our us just turn to a lonely you and I…
See I you use to ask why but I give two fucks less
And sorry for cussing but I meant what I said
See remember at that party when shit got out of hand
Had to walk, hand and hand with myself in thought
Had to go somewhere else, to myself find a spot
Had to sit between a rock and hard place
Lay my head on my palms-- observe my mind
"To be, or not to be" I swear that question all the time
Finds it's way through my ears and yes it lingers
Like wind chimes on a stormy day
Never knew love in a way that I'd say
"I love to just hate you and vice versa all the same"
Now I tried to measure you
Balance the weight of each feeling
But every time I check the level
They both held each meaning so it was a war with you
In a language of the four letters
That's how much we meant to each other
I'm talkin', love, hate, shit, fuck, damn, wait
And yes there's more but I can't fathom you a list
The number's are endless I'm talking eternal and forbidden
Only we understand our living
See cuz what the public doesn't get
Then hell the public doesn't get
I just stay smothered with emotions
Tucked under struggling while I strangle your words
That has four letter phases-- our love is a language.
Please tell me what you think
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our love is a language
that made for a great ending! wow man i see we are thinking alike as far as what to write, i found myself writing a love piece too! LMAO. Not as good and detailed as this, but after reading it, i am inspired more than ever now! Great job


