Easy is to love, enemies is to hate.
Envy the good souls, who still stand at the gate,
Expression is to feelings, empty is to the heart.
Feeling nothing at all...seems so dark,
Pain is to the chest, Oh, this feelings the best.
Feeling happy all of a sudden then things went left,
Single is to useless, words of cruelness.
Feeling lonely and sad never felt so bad to the soul,
Stress is to worry, care is to pain,
Caring never hurted so much, worrying rather they love you or not,
Love is to drugs, words is to stay,
Walking away just to come back to the promises,
The feelings neutral,
Learning what was taught.
Feeling less than yourself,
Maybe what was brought…..
To the turning tables of love.
Look up to what’s above,
Keep the heads high.
Only love is a drug.