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love ain't for me

love doesn't give you comments

all it leads to is work with you in the cement

love brought out my best and worst

how it hurts to be strong and compile in your own head

sane or insane its all on you the man of the household

but where to be and how to go

the cruel truth the world is cold

tell no soul but god himself

to rise above all else

so i postponed and put my second thoughts on the shelf

you love me you say but play trickery like the devil

as i thought you'd be my equal

but like a squirrel for a nut you dropped me lik a anvil

love kept me vacant and dormant now a moment

was it good was it worth all that dirty filth of love and lust

turned out to be a bust gave me all that hell on her heels

she was beautiful but a beaut don't buy happiness

just materialistic things that make me look like a suspect

but a victim speaks to its subject and all that intellect

will love ever course through these veins

i'll never no to do the same and repeat the same pain

ain't no love for me so keep you rain

i'm fine with good friends and love ones a kiss won't set me free but to be me sounds off

flee and you'll see

loveless relentless nothing dark negative better

◄ Love to a personal note

fattening up ►

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