Last night, I had a dream we were inseparably entwined, like a piece of rope made out of two pieces of vine; held together; holding each other with no one else in mind, like two atoms in a molecule:
Then, I woke from the dream to realize I was alone… A tragic event, I must admit, but let's not be overblown.
I'm gonna try to write a love
song, just a sad, pathetic moan.Maybe I just need change.
Now I look at love like being
stabbedin the heart; you torture each other from day to day and then, one day, you part. Most of the time it's misery, but there's some joy at the start and, for that, I'd say… It's worth it.
If love is just a game, then, how come it is no fun?
I guess, maybe, it's possible, I might be playing it wrong.