Love it's in indefinite curse.
Like Death Is To A hearse.
Like pain is to bleeding.
But every time I battle.
I keep getting defeated.
So now I'm weak in my knees.
Searching as if I was blind knowing
I can easily find it.
But these glasses you hide behind
Darken the Words you seem
To mutter to say I Want you
But as u regain your vision
YOU see that it was right there
But Love Is To Honest
As in Honesty is To trust
But Trust no one
CAUSE trust can lead to
Pain and Pain Turns Into blood
