ThiS Is wHAt yoU maKE Me fEeL

There are so many things that I wanted to tell you
There are so many things that I wanted to make you feel
This difference that stand in between
Would have been nothing
If only you ever gave me a chance....

Proving myself was just a dream
A far-off place, where we could have been
Together would be something different
Something nice, something happy
Something that's not so like this


**Now that I know
That this feeling grows
The pain of rejection
makes me realize another imperfection
Inside of me
It makes me feel
It makes me think
Of things that I don't want to hear...


Numbness
Is something that is activated
By my very core when aggravated
And is forced to face an unbearable challenge
Suffering, though not exactly new
Is still something that I'd like to avoid
You know, that we all do

But then again, it's true, I've proved
That my existence matters not
In your world that's bulletproof
Well, I would have taken a vest
Block the bullet that you shot me with
But I found that I wanted this all along
Which makes it sting even more
**

Now I've got a friend
Who wasn't afraid to tell me
That I just have to wait until it comes
The perfect match to all I need
I said thank you, but still wondered why
When and How, he will come by
She told me to be patient
Although irritating
This is less painful
Than falling for another you
**

But in the end, they'll hear me sing
Along the lines of another song that I'll bring
About painful memories, and hopeless dreams
About a past called "you and me"




------> THANKS PATRICE!

Love

Being in love made me realized a lot of things..

First, we are always going to be blind.. We'll never see our surroundings, friends, teachers or any other subjects the way a rational person would. We are blinded by passion and emotions.. And more often than not, we let ourselves get carried away by the wonderful and excruciatingly painful rush of feelings...

Second, "love" is a drug.

Like any other chemicals that people use to get high, love is possibly the most potent and addictive drug ever created. It is free, and yet takes away everything in a flash. It seems so simple to take in, but once you do, you can never get it out. It stays in our system for months, even years. And like any other drug, it gets us addicted.

It doesn't even matter what our personality is. And what I mean by this is that some personality types get hooked easier on things than others do. I guess all I'm trying to say is... Love is dangerous.

Third, Love is the thing that we strive for the most.

Ever heard of success? How about power? People who would do almost anything to get those are very common. And everyone believe this to be true - a fact. But for love? Or infatuation? NAAAH. Some just think that only those who are a.b.s.o.l.u.t.e.l.y. "hopelessly romantic" are the only types that would. But they are wrong... The feeling of love consumes us. The feeling it gives us gently travels through our veins. It makes our body feel all tingly and wonderful. And yet, behind all that, it poisons us. Corrupts us and affects our rationality...


Indeed, through this post. I was able to cover possibly 1/100th of all my questions about this topic and i have high hopes that some of you might be able to answer my question....


"After reading this post, can one still say that love is naught but a gentle tug at one's heart for a simple affection? And if not, can it be considered: evil and selfish OR loving and giving?"

Please defend your answer for I can do so too, for both sides.