Maybe love is only a convenience
that binds woman and man
to each others comfort
A kind of clinging devoted happiness
to keep their hands from trembling
To finaly fill that void of endlessness
To give structure to emptiness
Maybe Love is only a surrender of power
to wounded and send me searching
for some kind of sanity
in the night silence
How it fills me with choking tears
to fozen to even flow
to angry to spill ....
Leaving me so anxious helpless .....
and feeling so very hopeless....
Love leave me alone....