The Idea Of You

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There are no ideas; no springs in which we can dodge the darkness that's bound to come around. What is it that you said, something about never giving up hope? But what good is it now; now that we've forgotten the good in each other's words'? What good is it ever; the way we love so recklessly? We say we do so because we do so, really; not when it comes to us; reckless doesn't even come close. Had we ever came in contact with one another, the universe would fall apart; there would no longer be any concepts; just words the people sing, telling themselves it is there, really and truly. Can it be held true; what they say; that the love we have is evermore than just a feeling... a feeling that we have? Can you hold me that high for just a moment; at least try to? I always have; why can't you? You see, these tears; not water; trickles of imagination, the tears I cry, the ones coming down my face whenever you speak to me, those tears, those tears aren't tears but the sound of my pain; my anger; my heartache; my desire for you to come and save me. To save me is something I ask so frequently; forgive me, sweet lover; being of God, for I have never loved one like you and I wish to for an eternity; let it come; let it come and come and come.