Bleeding Pens and Crumbled Paper

What the Hell is Love?

Love is a four letter word

Meaning affection and trust

But that is just a myth to me,

What the hell is love.

When love is a legend

Only thriving in others

It seems unfair

That there is none for me.

I cannot see this as selfish,

for there should be love for many

But if I am supposed to show others love,

then how can I when I have expirianced none!

Jelousy grows in me,

watching others show affection

When I have to watch,

and growl in frustration.

If I had seen a thousand shooting stars

They will all have been used

on one wish, nagging my heart

That I can be loved.

Love is a four letter word,

Meaning affection and trust

But that is a myth to me,

What the hell is love?

Can it already be within me?

Just waiting to reveal itself?

I truely doubt that

Considering how long the absense

Has affected me

What the Hell is love?

Time and time again,

I pray to God for one wish

That I may expiriance something

That is similar to others.

But God isn't good with conversations

He seems to just listen and react.

He must me fucking shy

For I have never seen a sign

That he is listening.

Love is a four letter word,

meaning affection and trust.

But that is a myth to me,

What the Hell is Love?

What the Hell is love?

Love is a myth to me!

What the hell is love?!