I will always give my love
Even as people trample on it
And treat it as filthy rags
Cause when I love
...
There's nothing poetic about human love
Cause our love is selfish
Always wanting and wanting
Never giving
...
There must be something wrong with me
For I have seen death but I did not fear it
Maybe all my pain has made me numb
When the grim ripper stared me right in the face
...
Someone once asked me what my greatest fear is
I responded with surety I'm afraid of failure
But now that I think of it with a sober mind
I've come to the conclusion that I'm afraid of fear itself
...
A painful whisper
A dreadful murmur
In my heart a scar
From those words remembered
...
She tells me dear
Let this be clear
There's no love
If you do not 'have'
...
Listen to my heart its beating
And with each beat a moment fleeting
Cause time doesn't last too long
So with each kiss, a promise
...
Give My Love
I will always give my love
Even as people trample on it
And treat it as filthy rags
Cause when I love
It is a promise, a hope
That one day I will find another
That loves just like me
So I'll give my heart a thousand times
And even if it's broken a thousand times over
I will give it still
For with my love comes an unquenchable flame
That no extinguisher can tame
A great fire of hope
That I will find the one…
when we hold on to our selfish desires we become momentarily lost but when refuse to let go of them we may never find the path back
What is post modernism? A touch of doubt, a mission to find fault.