love is love
while i reminisce in the history in the mist
of crazy nights
and emotions so strong
a sexual high and my first truth to be told
it had a strong hold and a psychic connection
my heart wouldn't let go as i cried after you left
explaining that it was you and not me
that i wasn't ready for this
relationship
my heart was a bouy waiting for you
and they didn't understand
no one i wanted to have listen to my pain
indignant and alone
i drew words that sang songs of heart ache with your name scribbled inbetween the lines
i sang songs of ours that made me cry a thousand times
and i sank into myself so deep it hurt me physically
and i left this great city of philadelphia
defeated and alone
rejected without a home
to find what really matters most...
real friends and people who understand
that love is love
no matter what you get yourself into
and yet there are still days
when my heart wanders back into the memories of us
and what it meant
what we could have been
and how well i felt for the first time
love