Love Runs Out
Did we spend all our love, making time?
I used all my time running or being thrown away.
& love ran dry…
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!
Before love runs out…
I believe there are all kinds of love, and I think that true love endures and conquers all things. Love comes in many different measures and shapes, and love travels various routes. I have a measuring cup filled to the top for each of my children. Maybe a 1/4 cup of sugar for individuals who step on someone to elevate themselves; after all, everybody deserves a second chance. I have at least two, maybe three full measuring cups for my soulmate. And only a half a cup for someone who stabs me in the back; hey, maybe they had a bad day or just needed to win for once. I get that. But I have feelings and dreams too.