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You held your heart to my head like a gun and forced me to love you.
You stole my heart, and I can never repay you.
Love is listening
Love is caring
Love is wanting
Sex can be love, but it usually isn't
There is only one love in the world
But everyone's heart opens to it
No, I'm not talking about somebody's god
And I not talking about somebody else's answers
The more people you help to hurt less,
or the less the few people you touch hurt,
the less you will hurt.
That is one of the powers of love.
You just have to help others who may come to love you,
even if only a little at first
even if you don't believe them,
To show you how to open to love
And begin to heal
It's not that simple
And it's not that hard
Thousands of blades each year find tender skin
Thousands of pills each year find screaming children
Thosands of needles each year, just to dull the pain
Millions of calls for help reach unloving ears.
Sometimes killing the pain means reaching for drugs
And sometimes reaching for death
It's all the same when you hurt
You just want it to STOP
Maybe you're afraid to die
or afraid of doctors
or afraid of drugs
or afraid of pain
or afraid of the fears
The fears and the pain stay with you
Until you heal, or you die, or you deafen it all.
You will have to learn to trust
And when a trust gets broken
You must learn that's part of trusting
To *keep* trusting, perhaps the same person, perhaps not
Everyone fucks up, and it's not because they don't love you
any more, or any less.
Mordewis Gaeafbran ap Llys
©1998, 2004 by Gerald L. "Moss" Bliss;
I don't remember the date this was written, but you can see some of the germ of my 1998 song,
"All the Love In the World", here, so it was before August 5, 1998. I usually just use these to craft
a new song, and then throw them away; this one didn't get tossed.