I am under the impression
that we are under the impression
that things are beyond our control
because how else can a passing glance
spark a romance
How can holding hands
become a covenant
that is never to be broken
I am under the impression
that we are under the impression
that love is something bad
a wasteful thing that is never to be had
that when we must search for a reason to live
we can never look within ourselves
Why can't we be our reason for living
I am under the impression
that we are under the impression
that we cannot love ourselves
that loving our beings would be selfish
but why must it be, if no one else will love you..
and those who are surrounded with love...
and fail to see it...
are dead...
I am under the impression
that we are under the impression
that time can heal all things
that with each passing day the pain will go away
but that just isn't so...
having someone hold you
is better than time at healing wounds...