"Love" this. "Love" that. "Love" him. "Love" her.
Do you know what it really means? That word.
So many definitions. So many ways to act upon.
But nobody's truly got it right on purpose. Stumble on maybe..
Let me ASK YOU.
Who's the 1st person you think of when you hear the damned word.
Is your heart beating faster? Do you feel the butterflies.
Or like you've been punched in the gut?
Or 've been stabbed in the stomach?
If not that's not Love fool.
Imagine never seeing her again.
Never talking with him again.
Never hearing her giggle.
Never seeing his smile.
Does it hurt? Like you've been slapped.
Like you've been hit by a trailer that lost control crushing you downhill.
People i neglect to tell you this, of which i have experience too many times.
Love is apparently about timing.
If you don't grab it then & there, you're gonna lose it.
So just SHUT UP. Don't complain or anything.
It was your fault in the first place.
In fact, it was mine.
I just couldn't figure it out in time.
It feels almost like before, when i didn't know how to treasure.
The meaning.. behind that cursed word i just didn't.
& lost the one that may be the only one who will always..
mean that much no, most to me.
Completely W.A.S.T.E.D.
well.. there goes another one.
