Love Runs Out
Did we spend all our love, making time?
I used all my time running or being thrown away.
And ran out of love
I threw it about to children who caught it and turned away.
Now I close the door.
You hurt me before and again, and again, and again… Does this ever end?
Yes, I say so – It’s time to let go.
I’m done with love.
I need a friend for the journey; but one that won’t hurt me.
Goodbye, my love,
Some say I was never born.
- Yet able to create the storm? The thunder, the rain that washes away pain. Now, come on – think, think, think!