Hate Avenue
My fingers quickly working
Pushing my feelings into a computer
It’s hard to put tears into words
But somehow I manage
Trying to tell a story
Without using a plot
Is as hard as it looks
But somehow.. I’ll manage
Now this,
Once pure
Twice lonely
More than three times kicked down in the dirt man..
Has forgotton once again what he’s worth
Not worth as in merit, price or usefulness
But his worth as seen in the eyes of others
As seen in the eyes of love
Love..
Funny word..
Love is the reason beautiful songs, poems and plays are written
The sister to passion
The reason for existance
The dead end to all feelings
All roads lead to Love..
Even Hate avenue
Love..
Funny word..
The only word that gets harder to use as you figure out its true meaning
The only word that can change a life.. and a world.. in the same day
Love..
Kind of like a sponge
Love absorbs you
And when it is done with you
It rings you out
But not all the water is returned
It keeps a small portion of you
And when its done with you
You’re never the same
Love..
What a funny word..
