Live for Love

But it always eludes me.

And plays a mysterious game of catch.
Only I'll never never win
because all that I'm reaching out to slips between
my fingers like the sands of time;
it is right that love is a dream.

Conjures up the most beautiful of images
in the cosy corners of your mind
And attempts to lock it in.
But it dissolves each time you're hit
With a wave of sorrow,
Some part of your naive mental image gets blurred
You try to make up for what's lost
But it starts to resemble Picasso's art and
You realise it's not going to work,

You fall back onto a cushion of
"I don't care anymore for this lame shyte called Love" but
Every bright spark in your brain is telling you,
You want it more than anything else in the world.

Hell Yeah.

This feeling would suck.
You don't want this to happen again
You gather up life's trials and tribulations
Park them up in neat packages
Stack them up in front of the door
To your cosy little corner
Leading to your heart.

"nobody's gonna have the chance
to command that tsunami of sadness, again"

And so you continue enforcing your barrier.
But this construction takes time,
takes effort,
and you grow weary,

So you stop.

Shush` so I can hear
the whispers from your heart.