The Love Bleed

 

what is love
really

 

how does it function

 

does it scream out loud
can it stand out proud

 

disavow the belief that its doomed
from the offset

 

this is how cynics would view it

 

but the way they construe it is wrong

 

they refuse to fall deep and headlong

 

instead they question
each of true loves suggestions

 

and through this indigestion
rob themselves blind of the one

gift that binds

 

sometimes you just have to resign

 

to the fact that you CAN cross that line

leave narrow suspicion behind

 

as this lifeline doesn’t come along often in life
seems far more content as it passes us by

 

just looking
not buying

 

thus disqualifying
the chance to hold something

undying

 

it cries as a shame
as it douses our flames

 

denies us the god given right to proclaim
that we own something true

 

the one thing that cuts through mere existence

 

and it saddens to see such resistance

 

when a little persistance
could serve it so well

 

as behind every kiss is a story to tell

 

fairytale to our souls

 

a page turner to scroll

 

as we search for the answers we should already know

 

is it true
is it real
built for two
whats the deal

can i trust it and leap

 will i land on my feet

 

should the answer be no
then we dont want to know

 

why put ourselves through such a

skyfall from grace
hear i told you so each time we land on our face

 

surely this only invites further pain
and our hearts may not heal if it happens again

 

it is once we cease leaping

that the fears start to creep in

 

misery may love company
as we sit there alone

 

just begging to dial it all back to hello

 

its the bitterest pill
as it fritters our will

 

leaves us hollow inside
as we wallow

 

deny the most beautiful thing

 

its the first day of spring
summer loves scorching wings
yes we fall
winter chills

and these four seasons bring us full circle

but not when we clip every hurdle

 

we need not wear love as a girdle
it need not constrict
really ought not afflict

 

breaking up is no longer the last box to tick
if we just understand

 

keep that clean line of sight
use the sleight of our hands

 

to conjure a

path

to the one place that matters

 

where the reddest blood spatters

 

it speaks in sweet tongues and habitually flatters
but not to deceive
not to aggrieve

 

as there is no more bountiful lot to retrieve

 

what is love

we don’t know

 

but we are watching it grow

 

and for each ebb and flow

we shall never let go

 

for we know what we hold

and it won’t be annulled

 

as we trust it enough

to call the pessimists bluffs

 

may not have all the answers

but have no need for posers

 

no call to deny

such a sweet thing exposure

 

let it soar to fresh heights

stratospheres from plain sight

 

do we have all the answers

 

actually we just might

 

 

 

 

 

GREY KEEPER FRAME

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