Love
It’s like I swim against a current so deadly,
I swing my arms to fight, but it always seems to get me.
For the faces within, familiar and friendly,
but the arms around my neck, that of envy.
For I am the strange, broken one,
who dared live and smile for once.
I am the one who wants to breathe,
so they bury me alive and talk of grief.
For these hands, they’re pulling me down,
they speak of love, yet misery’s crown.
So listen, keep your head up high,
and let us too, see you frown.
For it is a feeling of comfort.
To let go and drown there under.
Though sometimes I sit by myself and wonder,
if love is really real?
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