Love and me are different.
Because my tolerance has limits
Where love knows none.
When my hands and soul and heart and strength and feet and mind are done,
Love has just begun.
I have expectations, practical considerations-outlines of the ways I want to act out my every day,
But Love just sits around and blows all her plans away.
She’s careless as the wind,
as silly as the squirrel
And if I’d have to judge her, I’d say she wanted the whole world.
I think and plan a future
Love holds on to the past
I slowly make decisions
She throws herself too fast
I teach her moderation
She spits it in my face
I wipe away my hatred
She laughs at my disgrace.
She steals all my lovers
And puts them in her dreams
So I wake up alone
And she goes back to sleep.
Yes, love and I are different.
Though I need house and food
She can sustain herself
upon my mental residue.
No kind of stormy whether
Can at all affect her mood
If I were to die of hunger
It would take her seven days
Before she knew.
Love stays up too late
Calling people that forgot her
Eager for their answer
Wanting them to want her.
Love don’t even care
Bout the problems that she’s caused
cause she ain’t always right
but she ain’t never wrong
And she don’t never stay
But she ain’t never gone-
A little revolution in your palm.
I cannot live with her
But she has found a home in me.
Love and me are different.
We’ve agreed to disagree.
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If you've ever watched the movie Casino Royale, you'll remember the scene where James Bond first meets Vesper. They have a conversation where Bond shows how skilled he is at reading people by analyzing Vesper. Then, Vesper cooly reads him back just as well, and then better. She leaves Bond shocked and intrigued that he's been not only evenly matched- but one-upped.
After that, all alone - He smiles to himself.
I'm wearing the same smile.
ur 2 funny doll...i love this analogy
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