Love,
You are a trip.
Wishy washy as all hell
...that's what you are...
Love
You take my hand at first glance
And we shoot across the sky
The stars envious of us
Then you turn around
And create war,
Makin me not love you anymore
Love...
Makin me hate the idea of...
You...
Then still as I revisit the ruins that
Were a result of me lovin you,
You creep up the walls of my heart like ivy,
Wrappin me in the warmth of the sun...
Touchin me with breezy winds of affection
Fillin my ears with faint cries of adoration
I still love you...
You say...
Love
Still loves me...
I reiterate.
Love...
You confuse me...
=)
You are a trip.
Wishy washy as all hell
...that's what you are...
Love
You take my hand at first glance
And we shoot across the sky
The stars envious of us
Then you turn around
And create war,
Makin me not love you anymore
Love...
Makin me hate the idea of...
You...
Then still as I revisit the ruins that
Were a result of me lovin you,
You creep up the walls of my heart like ivy,
Wrappin me in the warmth of the sun...
Touchin me with breezy winds of affection
Fillin my ears with faint cries of adoration
I still love you...
You say...
Love
Still loves me...
I reiterate.
Love...
You confuse me...
=)