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Long strides and quick glances muffled by music and mixed with static silence. Endless questions and restless minds that never speak. Strong holds and gentle whispers undone like the buttons on her dress the night before. The ‘begins of something great’, but it always ends too soon. With another zipper down and one more shirt off, she is gone.
The flames of death and unfaithfulness burned up their love professed. A tragic ending in a love story told by unbelievers. Every day of seeing and believing, turned to ashes and smoke with one night of infidelity. Now she is gone and it is too late. Do you miss what you had lost?
I think I have seen this before; memories or reruns. All the marriages fail; the other woman, the other man. The murder of the love, that ‘would last forever’, for one night or many. It perishes and blows away in the wind. Both parties hindered. Maybe. One will walk away with it all, leaving the other alone and desperate. Watching all they thought was true fade away.
With the moon up and the wind blowing, the bouquet dropped, and the wedding over without a kiss goodnight. The eerie silence in the dawn of the new tomorrow. With the hope of a new beginning, and all you know you do not want to see, clinging to the mountains. The sight repulsing and thoughts crushed because of YOUR sins and YOUR mistakes.
Another lover lost, another game played. More lies, another marriage with another end. This is the way you live, you leave. You are a lover not hater, but you love too many and not one enough. Your out the door and down the street without a breath or look behind.
You may laugh and squander my name in the telling of this truth you call a lie. But I laugh at your blindness to the lack of love you see around you. Love is nothing, no more than one night stands and love affairs. Now love is used as if ‘hello‘, just a simple phrase to express your happiness with something, or the humor you find in someone. You have slaughtered a once meaningful word, feeling, passion. You have created a monster. You have turned love into something, no more then petty words, and pick-up lines.
Is love what this is really about? Or is it something far greater, something far more important to all of us? Is it really a matter of love being over used, and worthless? Or the fact that there is no love (worthless or not) any more, no kindness show, no gratitude? In the world, morals are fading and with each passing day people die due to this lack there of, LOVE. Maybe not love. Maybe just a heart and soul, one with principles, one that cares of others and not just themselves. Standards that they have set for themselves, their children, their families. It all starts with parents, and a beginning of ones life. The morals they are taught, or not taught so it seems today. You bring a life, just as fast as you would take one away, or just as fast as you would say “I love you” all in vain.
Everything progressively getting worse, but we are all too blind to see that everything is going down the drain. The only ones who see it are considered ‘squares’, or those who don’t live a REAL life. A life full of broken rules, and laws. A life full of ‘the good things’; money, drugs, sex, anything and everything that one can fit in a day, a life, that brings any kind of pleasure.
This world that we live in, with the violence and sicknesses increasingly getting worse, is what kills so many with the hearts full of ‘love’, kindness, and gratitude, that we are all missing in our very selves. We are too busy to ‘stop and smell the roses’, or take a walk in the rain, or look at the stars at night. We are too busy with work, or other things that have no meaning. You may get rich, and you WILL die trying, but once you are gone, will you be remembered? If so, what for? Will your family truly miss you, will your friends? These are the things that truly matter. Even if it costs you.

Description
Long strides and quick glances muffled by music and mixed with static silence. Endless questions and restless minds that never speak. Strong holds and gentle whispers undone like the buttons on her dress the night before. The ‘begins of something great’, but it always ends too soon. With another zipper down and one more shirt off, she is gone.
The flames of death and unfaithfulness burned up their love professed. A tragic ending in a love story told by unbelievers. Every day of seeing and believing, turned to ashes and smoke with one night of infidelity. Now she is gone and it is too late. Do you miss what you had lost?
I think I have seen this before; memories or reruns. All the marriages fail; the other woman, the other man. The murder of the love, that ‘would last forever’, for one night or many. It perishes and blows away in the wind. Both parties hindered. Maybe. One will walk away with it all, leaving the other alone and desperate. Watching all they thought was true fade away.
With the moon up and the wind blowing, the bouquet dropped, and the wedding over without a kiss goodnight. The eerie silence in the dawn of the new tomorrow. With the hope of a new beginning, and all you know you do not want to see, clinging to the mountains. The sight repulsing and thoughts crushed because of YOUR sins and YOUR mistakes.
Another lover lost, another game played. More lies, another marriage with another end. This is the way you live, you leave. You are a lover not hater, but you love too many and not one enough. Your out the door and down the street without a breath or look behind.
You may laugh and squander my name in the telling of this truth you call a lie. But I laugh at your blindness to the lack of love you see around you. Love is nothing, no more than one night stands and love affairs. Now love is used as if ‘hello‘, just a simple phrase to express your happiness with something, or the humor you find in someone. You have slaughtered a once meaningful word, feeling, passion. You have created a monster. You have turned love into something, no more then petty words, and pick-up lines.
Is love what this is really about? Or is it something far greater, something far more important to all of us? Is it really a matter of love being over used, and worthless? Or the fact that there is no love (worthless or not) any more, no kindness show, no gratitude? In the world, morals are fading and with each passing day people die due to this lack there of, LOVE. Maybe not love. Maybe just a heart and soul, one with principles, one that cares of others and not just themselves. Standards that they have set for themselves, their children, their families. It all starts with parents, and a beginning of ones life. The morals they are taught, or not taught so it seems today. You bring a life, just as fast as you would take one away, or just as fast as you would say “I love you” all in vain.
Everything progressively getting worse, but we are all too blind to see that everything is going down the drain. The only ones who see it are considered ‘squares’, or those who don’t live a REAL life. A life full of broken rules, and laws. A life full of ‘the good things’; money, drugs, sex, anything and everything that one can fit in a day, a life, that brings any kind of pleasure.
This world that we live in, with the violence and sicknesses increasingly getting worse, is what kills so many with the hearts full of ‘love’, kindness, and gratitude, that we are all missing in our very selves. We are too busy to ‘stop and smell the roses’, or take a walk in the rain, or look at the stars at night. We are too busy with work, or other things that have no meaning. You may get rich, and you WILL die trying, but once you are gone, will you be remembered? If so, what for? Will your family truly miss you, will your friends? These are the things that truly matter. Even if it costs you.