The Authentic Eclectic
If This is Love, Then Why Am I Lying in A Prairie of Dead Flowers?
Trading a deformed love for an authentic love
Is this love, sitting on the river in a canyon of blue and orange on a hot summer day?
Is this love, small synchronicities we are convinced got us here…to this very moment?
You pick me up at noon and invite me to meet your family; I lose all sense of the present and drift into a future of what could be.
Is this love? Oh, this feeling I hope lasts forever.
Committed now, I overlook broken values to salvage our love — this love.
You make me feel worth it, so I believe this is all worth it.
Even your dark spots appear bright to me.
But is this love? Lonely and confused in my thoughts because the promises you made and the things you do, don’t line up.
Is this love, being attacked with violent words you can never take back?
If love is a battlefield, then I’m lying half-dead while you crown yourself in victory.
It’s hot down here in these flames.
