Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Wrote this many years ago......

A friend, a lover, an enemy as one.
It seems like it is ending, though it has just begun.

Each day is different, yet still the same.
Familiar faces without a name.

The clock ticks slowly, time goes by fast.
Wishing it was over, yet hoping it will last.

You love, you hate, you're so confused.
Crying and laughing, because you are really amused.

Losing it all in the passion of heat,
living life with a heart that doesn't beat.

Holding tight and letting go,
without love, you have nothing to show.