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His life is now constantly watched
What has he gotten himself into
They locked him away in the nuthouse
All he did was love but he was not loved
She was beautiful he loved her
We spent many evenings together
Had many happy times together
Until it changed his love got into drugs
She bought from dealers
She slept around
There was no more love for him
She eventually found the one for her
Late past midnight at the drive in
he waited and followed them
Back to their place
he entered in the front door
A pistol with a bullit
And end the fellow
Who stole from me
he quickly said
You take my love
I take your life
The police found him
Now he will be watched forever
Form:
worried, wearied and out of breath
i must admit i have no words left
for i have had every kind of love
some too painful to account as a poet does
for even i told the story
the story of love
a story of love
and the story of love...
and they were all true
they all ended tragically
just as they did for you
we have this use
to measure them with words
the beauty, the longing, the sacrifices
that occurred
we measured how deep
and most sadly how long
how long was short and then move on
we who survive our misfortunes
some what, a little scared
wear it on sad faces
and feelings we have barred
we know that love has left us
a little bit crazy
even at it's worst
things were hazy
was it worth, picking up a gun
a danger to yourself and everyone
was it worth it, not sharing the son
evil misdoings and threats to run
we gave love an inch
and love took it's mile
all our great expectations
were dreamt with smiles
but in the end
the truth revealed itself
love was just an illusion or love expires
burned up after so many fires
we gave our heart
we gave our mind's
and we gave our souls
in exchange for worries, jealousy,
disappointments and threats
and in the same ending
what we thought was love just left
not only abandonment but theft
that's our emotion of being bereft
what is love that we
are mindful of it
by which we are powerless
not to covet
an addiction for women and men
not nessesarily the cause of sin
but for some reason it seems a nessessity
we unconciously act apon
even the worried, the wearied and bereft