Professor Radwan
10-19-2006, 10:27 PM
Love, I never knew the meaning of the four-letter word.
Supposedly brought to us from the gods.
Venus to be exact.
The goddess of love and beauty.
But in reality it was from demons.
The devil himself.
To destroy shatter and demolish souls, hearts, and dreams.
Love, everyone searches for it.
Like an egg on Easter Sunday.
As if it was gold.
And it would ease peoples hunger.
As if it would spread riches.
To the poor and needy.
But it doesn't.
So Why all the tears?
What is love?
A four letter word.
That's all and nothing more.
Brought down to us.
To change the sanest insane.
From the purest evil.
Only to demolish souls.
Shatter dreams.
And break hearts.
Why must we all need,
To feel the others warmth
To see into their eyes
To understand their needs
Why must we be tied to such a feeling?
Love, we only do it to survive
To feel as if there is reason to go on
Even though there never is
Love a never-ending passionate feeling?
No, a never-ending hurt.
Something you loathe having
But can't stand by yourself without
Love, nothing but a game.
Played by the foul.
The selfish.
And the sweetest.
More strings to add to our arms.
We're like puppets
In the game of 'love'
We jump when told
We laugh when not funny
We gasp when not surprised
We impress when we have no hope
Small useless game pieces
Why play?
Why even bother?
Love, no matter how you see it
It'll always end
With nothing but pain and sorrow
But without it
All will be mournful
And with it the same
I don't understand
Why bother feeling?
If there's nothing to touch?
Love, only a blindfold
To stretch what is unreal
To hide what is
***s of lies, sorrow, and pain.
Why must we need this blind fold,
This feeling,
This mourning
This sorrow
This warmth
These tears
Why?
No one seems to know the answer
I'm stuck myself
All I know is that
This feeling is much needed.
And desired.
Supposedly brought to us from the gods.
Venus to be exact.
The goddess of love and beauty.
But in reality it was from demons.
The devil himself.
To destroy shatter and demolish souls, hearts, and dreams.
Love, everyone searches for it.
Like an egg on Easter Sunday.
As if it was gold.
And it would ease peoples hunger.
As if it would spread riches.
To the poor and needy.
But it doesn't.
So Why all the tears?
What is love?
A four letter word.
That's all and nothing more.
Brought down to us.
To change the sanest insane.
From the purest evil.
Only to demolish souls.
Shatter dreams.
And break hearts.
Why must we all need,
To feel the others warmth
To see into their eyes
To understand their needs
Why must we be tied to such a feeling?
Love, we only do it to survive
To feel as if there is reason to go on
Even though there never is
Love a never-ending passionate feeling?
No, a never-ending hurt.
Something you loathe having
But can't stand by yourself without
Love, nothing but a game.
Played by the foul.
The selfish.
And the sweetest.
More strings to add to our arms.
We're like puppets
In the game of 'love'
We jump when told
We laugh when not funny
We gasp when not surprised
We impress when we have no hope
Small useless game pieces
Why play?
Why even bother?
Love, no matter how you see it
It'll always end
With nothing but pain and sorrow
But without it
All will be mournful
And with it the same
I don't understand
Why bother feeling?
If there's nothing to touch?
Love, only a blindfold
To stretch what is unreal
To hide what is
***s of lies, sorrow, and pain.
Why must we need this blind fold,
This feeling,
This mourning
This sorrow
This warmth
These tears
Why?
No one seems to know the answer
I'm stuck myself
All I know is that
This feeling is much needed.
And desired.