Lost and scared..
Nothing to be done, everything to lose, nothing to win.
Life? What is life? Why do we live?
I thought we lived to love, but I’ve found this to be untrue over the years.
Love? What is love? Why do we love? Does it even exist?
Love is just a made up feeling for those who are to lost and scared to be alone.
I loved once, that was when I lived.
But moss has since grown on this weary heart.
The way it does over time, growing and growing.
It’s kinda ironic in a poetic sense.
But I’m sure it’s to abstract for you.
Am I to abstract for you?
It’s 2:45 am and for the last 7 years you have filled my mind.
Filled it with a false sense of reality clouded entirely by cupids choke hold.
I loved once, and that was when I lived.