Now you call this living ? But what is living without loving ? And what is love but a verb ? Nothing more than a misconstrued word, Taken out of context by the world.
We all strive for happiness . And society tells us “love” is the foundation . But they’ve sealed it in an unobtainable jar in which we labeled “expectations” and placed it on a pedestal so high it gets lost within the stars.
And although I did come from a broken home. And everyone I’ve ever known eventually ends up alone.
I still had high hopes.
Hopes that love was not a lie.
I’d find the brightest star each night , Make a wish and close my eyes, Send it to the sky above . Wishing someone would prove my theory wrong about love.
But I’ve been proven right again.
The truth is that love is dead . As are the stars in the sky . The 2nd star to the right was my wishing star, And inevitably it too , Like all the others, Burned out tonight.
Much time has passed, now and then When incited by your furtive glance I asked myself for the first time Was this that one stroke of chance? Much time has passed, now and then When I dared to hold your
When the night was full of terrors, As a child what you had encountered in your sleep with the demons or devils, Or the beautifully adorned prince or princesses, The superheroes and the fantasies and yet some more- “Dreams” ,