Love

[Auf Achse]

Love is
A natural high
Girl and guy
Or however you choose
I'm not one to classify

Love is flying above the clouds
Thinking it can only go higher
Not seeing the dark shrouds
Until in your blood you're mired

Love is a butcher's knife
Chopping
Chopping
Chopping your heart to be bought and sold

Love is a wildfire
All consuming
Always raging
Burning your soul with the embers of attachment

Love is a raging inferno
Love is a sheet of ice
Burning and freezing
And never quite pleasing

Love is a fall from a roof
Love is a tunnel underground
Airy and aloof
Then grounded and not to be found

Love
Love
Arrows draw blood
Love
Love
You never felt so good

Love
Love
The fire burns you
Love
Love
But look at how she loves you

Love
Love
You're dying inside
Love
Love
But you never felt so high

 

[Auf Achse]

*sneeze*

 

[Bonochick]

Bless you...on both counts.

 

[Auf Achse]

Thanks

 

[Bonochick]

Wow, already usin' the eyebrow with me, eh?

 

[Auf Achse]

lol it's just that I don't quite get it

 

[Bonochick]

Trust me, I meant only good.

 

[Auf Achse]

Well then....good lol