On Love
MUSIC: the sound of a heart when it breaks :(
THOUGHT: on love, unrequited.
I know nothing of what you call love, for my roots dried out in this barren place, my tears...the salt and pain sustains it and my withered tree stands alone yet proud that I have loved you despite the eternal drought. And as I wait for your rain, I die here slowly, painfully...so tell me, if that ain't love then f*ck I think I'll never know what it is.
THOUGHT: on love, unrequited.
I know nothing of what you call love, for my roots dried out in this barren place, my tears...the salt and pain sustains it and my withered tree stands alone yet proud that I have loved you despite the eternal drought. And as I wait for your rain, I die here slowly, painfully...so tell me, if that ain't love then f*ck I think I'll never know what it is.
