Sunday, 21 February 2010
03:01:39 AM (GMT)
if you were a c.d, you'd sell out in stores.
& if you were the temperature, you'd be just right.
Love is like a disease. You never know when it will hit.
Although it's usually just good, it takes a lot to commit.
Usually all the passion and affection comes along.
But it can be a disaster if your heart is not strong.
There's probably only one person who knows what I have been through.
They had their heart ripped out, spit on, and stomped on too.
Can't really hate to love, can't really love to hate.
There are just so many feelings being stacked upon your plate.
Can you get it all down? Or will you start to cough and choke?
Love is not some kind of game; People treat it like a joke.
All these emotions overwhelm you. You can't help it but to cry.
Next thing you know you got a gun, and you dont know why.
But don't let love go and get yourself hurt.
'Cause the next thing that you know, you'll be sleeping in the dirt.
And your soul will be standing over your corpse asking you why?
"How could I let me kill myself? How could I let me die?"
People have turned love into something it is not.
Love isn't easily found, sometimes it's all you got.
They have made it into the complete enemy.
When really it's what makes up you and me.
Love is something so delicate and pure.
And when you find it, you'll be sure.