that's love by: Cardell

I've been running until my heart is pounding, body is sweating, and I'm gasping for air. Chasin, chasin, racing, racing, trying to catch something I’m starting to realize isn’t there. To think this way isn’t fair but since life ain’t fair and I’m by myself so these selfish thoughts with myself I share. But let me ask you this, do you care? Do you care that my heart, love, and emotions are hanging on by a hair that I’m doing everything in my power to let you know I want to be there for me mentally spiritually and physically to be at this point is rare and every time i think of living life without you right where my heart is I can feel a slight tear. so in order to be the best me I can be I have to stay focused because the space my mind is in reverberates in the area of hopeless so I find myself staring into space just shuffling along not having a purpose but just going thru the motions but you are becoming so selfish sweetheart that I don’t think you notice. (so let me tell you about love ) love is this silly little thing that gets real serious when your heart is hanging on by a string you tend to do stupid things and say stuff you don't mean you just want to be heard but anger plus emotion adds up to you making a scene so like a fiend that's high off premes you are animated eyes bugged out cotton mouth you cant be still you just want to do your thing but the dopemines from this drug called love clouds your vision to the point understanding is never seen. so when i tell you i love you that is exactly what i mean but love carries a deed it starts as a seed it’s planted to fulfill a need and the need maybe for our bond and relationship to stand tall and strong as the mighty oak tree or we may fall float to the ground wither away and die in the season like the leaves but the heart wants what the heart wants and love is love and that’s what that means. now I’m going to invent a heart protector it’s the same concept as a bulletproof vest like a bike reflector similar to shatter proof glass its job and sole purpose is to shield reinforce give support incase of an emergency to that organ inside your chest. in order to get to my heart I'll have to give you my trust key, an in that case you'll have to trust me, so to have loved and to have lossed love rather to not have had love at all i consider myself lucky, stupid cupid he's only this big but with his arrow he's stuck me. but my final question to you all is without love what would life be! POETIC!