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?!