Sunday, July 22, 2018

More

I heard you say that you wanted more
So do I, everyone does
So you clarified and said you want more love
And I said me too, who wants less
The game of love features blood and gore
Fought with emotions instead of guns
A battle between hawks and doves
With no end date, only a rancid mess
Of hurt hearts alone
Despite being together
What is forever
I usually want nothing
But to sleep and never wake
You have all the more you want
I'd rather sleep
Even if in death
Through hallways I walk
Silently
And haunt