Who is love?
Desperate pleas from a small girl to be loved
Searching for love wherever she went
No one to give care at home
She wept at the thought of lost lovers that hadn’t lived
When love came through for the first time
she held on tight
Love thrashed and left with bruises on her thin skin
Love ran far from her
So she ran and chased something that was never hers
Time passed and as it did Love came with
Love held on tight
Tighter than a hug
Like a hand, you just can’t shake
Love left red in its wake
With hand prints on her neck
The only companions she welcomes now are anger and pain,
(often seen as an item but never official, they hate labels)
They are constant and shield her from Love,
She was taught Love was supposed to protect but now she knew better
