it never got easy for me
every time you enter my mind
the hole in my heart caves in again
echos of love are heard
i suppose it was endearing in my youth...
my mellow dramatic nature but now I have grown old
they tell you it is better to have loved...
but what they don't tell you is that if you can't let go
the current of it will drag you under
it will feel like you can never breathe again
you will be trapped in the moment just before death
the moment just before sweet release your hole life
your chest will feels like it will burst
trapped beneath the surface
the light just above you
never to touch you again
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