To Write Love On Her Arms
love
We think about it,
Dream about it
Lost sleep worry about it.
When we don't have it,
We search for it;
When we discover it,
We fear losing it.
It is the constant cource of pleasure & pain.
But we can't predict which it will be,
from one moment to the next.
It is short word,
easy to spell,
difficult to define
,impossible to live without.
i’ll never wake up without an overdose.
i want to meet someone who’ll take away this pain i feel.
& Tons more.