The words I want to express
Are chained to a rusty lock,
Quieted by your
Childish games -
And disregarded by
The petty actions
Of those other names
When I step in love,
You call it disdain.
When I act for us,
I’m a selfish
WMD.
Cliché…
I go left,
You go right.
But out of love,
I patiently wait for
You to recognize the
The stupidity of your reflection…
‘Cause, its out of love...
That I accept the beauty in your reflection.
Copyright 2010
brownsugatou
Sunday, June 6, 2010
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2 Comments »
Wow, I lost count how many times I have experienced "Out of Love" but I know I join a thousand others who have too. Beautiful.