Not So Simple

Love is a strange thing

Love ain't like we thought it be

Not like you and me

Not so simple

Not so simple

Love is more like the tears you cry

When you're all alone at night

Trying to do right 

By the one you love

Love is not like a summer breeze

So warm and comforting 

More like a winter's cold

Freezing you fingers to the bone

It keeps you wanting

And wishing 

For things you can't have

For things you can't have

But you keep on coming back

Hoping that things will change

No it's all just a silly game

We can't help but play

Oh boy you feel her pain

But you wont call her name

And hold her in your arms

'Til it's all ok

Love ain't like we thought it be

Not like you and me

Not so simple

Not so simple

Love is more like shattered glass

A mess to clean up 

After the after math 

When you know no one's coming back

Love is more like chocking

Or the bitterness you're holding

Deep inside your heart

So you can't get close to me

But I keep on coming back 

Love ain't like we thought it be

Not like you and me

Not so simple

Not so simple 

Reviews

[rt farris]

maybe love is more like a budding flower that may or may not survive the storm (our pain, our fears, our doubts, our baggage stored from other events, places, and people that our lives passed through). but the fact that it has a chance is the miracle. your poem pokes. it makes you respond. i like it's power to do that.