What is love
Arms around my hips
Lips pressed to my lips
sweet words that filled my head
"I love you" is what he said
Finally I found it, love at last
But feelings passed
We moved to fast
It flew away like a big white dove
But what can I say, I guess this is love.
Laying alone, I can still feel him breathe
But crumpled sheets is all that he leaves
Taking Hot showers, my skin burning red
But all I can think of was the feel of the bed
Or the weight of his head
The way it lay heavy on my chest
I say "do you really love me"
His response is "yes"
Who am I to question this gift from above?
When everyone told me it was certainly love.
No one knew of the nights spent alone
Or all the times, he wouldn't call, to say he won't be home
The arguments that led to fights
All the times I cried myself to sleep at night
What can I say, what could I do
When those three little words kept me trapped
"I love you"
It was a game of "how much can you take?"
It was the challenge of "I will make you break"
Man you were great....
Those sweet words slither in my mind like a snake
I let you in
Again and again
Thinking things would change
I gave my all
You let me fall
Now its time to rearrange
You see I somehow forgot, I am not alone
I forgot that I make my own home
I somehow forgot I'm a gift from above
Im sorry I forgot.....
Wait.......
What really is love?
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