what does it feel like to be in love? like, really? i wish i knew .
it feels like you’ve jumped off the side of the world into a giant ocean nobody knew was there. you’re pushed and pulled around by the currents and there isn’t really anything you can do. you know you’re going to die, but you like it.
We meet people and fall in love,
And when we part, they leave marks
for us to remember them by.
Our Lovers sculpt us, they define us
for better… or worse.
Like a pinball we slam into them
and rebound in a different direction,
propelled by the contact,
and after the parting we might
be stronger…
or needy or angry or guilty,
but NEVER unchanged.
Our Lovers linger inside us
like ghosts haunting the corridors
and deserted rooms.
Sometimes whispering,
sometimes screaming,
invisible but always there
waiting.
“
| — | Being Human |
We meet people and fall in love,
And when we part, they leave marks
for us to remember them by.
Our Lovers sculpt us, they define us
for better… or worse.
Like a pinball we slam into them
and rebound in a different direction,
propelled by the contact,
and after the parting we might
be stronger…
or needy or angry or guilty,
but NEVER unchanged.
Our Lovers linger inside us
like ghosts haunting the corridors
and deserted rooms.
Sometimes whispering,
sometimes screaming,
invisible but always there
waiting.
“
| — | Being Human |
