Literature
Sad Attempts
if my love were a song,
i'd play it for you,
and you'd know the words,
and sing along, too.
if my love were the ocean,
we'd dance in the sand,
smile and laugh,
and walk hand in hand.
but my love is a storm,
in the middle of May,
the kind of affair that takes
your breath away.
and my love is a flower,
captured and torn,
bruised and battered,
fading and worn.
for my love for you,
is a love without forever,
a love i must hide,
a love i must sever.
for your love for me,
faces much more than resistance,
while my love for you,
is my entire existence.