What is love

by Kyra McIntyre

October 26, 2015

What is love when it is ?

What is love when its not ?

My hearts tellin me go

But there's things I just don't understand yet

Simply don't know

I feel like we have to take it slow

But my emotions are sayin go There's something that makes my heart just want to blow

Don't know if it's in a good way or a bad

I'm confused and sometimes I get sad

I've never been loved my a man

Instead only hurt

Used and abused is what makes me so mad

I don't want to be like that no longer

My love is so deep sometimes it's confused for hunger

Hunger of just bein loved by anyone

I don't know anymore what's true and what's not

As I live, all my life I've fought

But when I feel like I'm happy

Something happens and that very feeling gets dropped

I feel lost and used

Once again I'm confused

As I continue to ask myself why I'm in the same position

I ask what's wrong with me

Why do I keep getting tossed

I feel like nothin

Almost like I've been bought at a cost

And when I'm useless to them

I get thrown in a cage

Come out feelin like a boss

Which is why I act the way I do

And do the things I do

It's hard to accept happiness

When you feel as if happiness does not accept you

You get it and enjoy it than feel as if it doesn't belong

Makes me feel as if I'm not worth it somethings wrong

Oh please

Prove me wrong, don't just act like you care because you made me a song

I want what's in you

Your heart and soul

Please show me humanity

And you as a whole

Oh how I hope

Hope this time it's worth it

Worth the time and emotions along with my everlasting effort

Although hope is just a hope

I can only just hope

Actions speak louder than words but idk if I'll be able to cope

If you hurt me, oh you'll be the last

As you do now you'll just stir up my past

But my past will turn reverse

Oh I won't know what to do

But everything in contact I feel as if I'll put a curse

No I'm not crazy, maybe just a little

But I mean a curse on love on whoever I get to that's in my presence

Oh I will be hurt

And again ripped to pieces

Please that's not what I want

My heart is feening for something

Real and not something meaningless

As I write this waiting for you in your bed

I get to thinking what are you thinking in your head?

Do you love the same as me?

Am I really yours to keep?

Will you just one day up and leave?

As you see somehow I've referred your thoughts back to me

Why, am I this way ?

I get frustrated with myself

Why can't I just be positive and believe

Why?

Because I feel as if it's something real

Realer than the usual real that I usually feel

Almost as if it's really real

My situations has turned my complexity into my heart ready to get killed

I've prepared myself for the worse

But sometimes the ending is the worse

Hate how much I think about what's to come

But I have to almost like the fruit a plumb

Never know what you'll get or if it's sweet or sour

Normally it starts off just like a flower

As the sunshine shines everything is happy

But when it's to much sun the flower gets devoured

That's what I mean by to much happiness

Starts off with sunshine but withers my heart away with rain

Rain so cold

My very thoughts won't even hold

As I stare into your eyes

Tell me why I shouldn't fold

Just end it now

It's not to late

Please I'm so tired of all the hate

Baby please I'm begging you just keep me sane

Show me a slice of love, just put it on the plate

11:54

Still haven't came through the door

I feel my heart start to get sore

As I lay here trying to sleep

I feel more tears trying to creep

I pray to God my soul to keep

And hope that he makes it home to me

I pray please oh please

Don't break my heart

Please oh please

I don't want another scar

My words keep flowin

As I feel the time slowin

I just want you here

Baby you know we floatin

I see it in your eyes

Baby just keep showin

Showin me the world in your perspective

Continue to make me strong by just being in my presence

Your love so sweet oh baby so precious

Everyday is like Christmas

Get to open my present

Open the door see you workin hard

Baby I'm here till the end

Our future is near but seems so far

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