Seeds of My Pain

Black weeds of doubt still sprout from the seeds of me pain remembering the day when i had lost love again after letting myself care much forgot that love is hush still I tasted the bitter side of love that wasn't better those words of pain from your letter Ignored that, there is danger in loving someone so much that love is blind takes over the mind had treasured happiness and locked it away in sadness for black weeds of doubt still sprout from the seeds of my pain As I force myself to remember the drying, falling & dying of our love in November when summer started had no love content when the knife so sharp those lies tore me apart left me with black weeds of doubt that still sprout from the seeds of my pain Now I cant say it no more that I love you alot for that repetition does not bring correction to the horror of my past when i thought i had found love at last until the day when all were gone and our love was done remaining with only black weeds of doubt that sprout from the seeds of my pain they sprout cause i doubt that you love me i think you'll hurt me like he did, again...