Thursday, March 20, 2014

Pretty dresses
Royal balls
We know it's not reality
But the way they love
Looks so appealing
As they dance along the surface
Of a complex mystery

So we try 
To replicate
But it turns to lust
What is love in a week
It's a game
That only fools play
Because they can't stand
With the weight
Of a deeper sort

Romance is tinder
That lets the attractive spark burn
But the warmth only lasts so long
You always need more fuel
It'll die without it
The more you put in
The more heat you'll get out

We learned
It's not a fairytale
It hurts
And it makes you weak
It can bring you to your knees
You can always walk away

I've seen
The more I work
Makes those dreams
Our reality
But they never said
What it takes to really love

You need strength
And patience too
You need hope
That we can pull through
You have to give
And sacrifice 
The selfish thoughts
You'd never admit

Learn to receive
And love yourself
If you can't
That'll be the end of it
All I know 
Is what I want
We both deserve
Each other's love
You can have
My commitment

I'm in
Please take my love
These growing pains
Are so worth it
I'll work until the end
Or til we both transcend
I want to know 
We dove the deepest depths
Where we held our breaths
For the beauty below
Even though we craved oxygen

They'll never know
As they skim along
Afraid to break the surface tension
The density is too much weight
The fairytale facade 
Will keep them afloat
It's a shame
They'll never see 
The colors they never knew existed.

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