The love I never wanted, stayed
The love I felt, left
Left, leaving me feeling loved
Left, leaving me feeling dead
Strange are the ways of this feeling,
Like a ghost, it haunts
Like a damsel, it comforts
Dancing on the verge of a collapse,
Standing at the edge of a cliff,
Touch it,
Label it,
And it goes.
Leave it,
Let it be,
And it leaves.
Hurt or regret,
Cant escape either.
Strange are the ways,
Stranger are the charms.
Like a snake,
Waiting on to attack,
The moment you acknowledge,
That you feel alive.
Pray the prey survives,
Pray the prey holds up
There, there
Is all I hear.
The feeling so deep,
The feeling so cold.
Touch it or
Not to touch it,
Like a touch-me-not,
It transforms.
You hurt,
Or
You regret,
But that is all in its nature.
But that is all is life.