dissection
October 13th, 2006
These tears I cry
Do you see them?
Do you feel them?
Do you taste the salt?
Self-absorption
Sweet misery
We are all walking wounded
Have I somehow forgotten?
And you, you with your battle scars
And me, me with my incessant need to love you
The gulf widening
Communication fractured
Flesh and blood
Flesh and blood
Nailed to a cross
Do I daily take up my cross?
Do I daily die for you?
What is love?
Do we have a clue
Or have we packaged Hollywood conceptions
So neatly in our Sunday-school best
Pretending our mutual self-gratification
Translates to love everlasting
No wonder we trip over broken marriages
When did we start believing a lie?
Self-deception
Get over ourselves
Love nailed itself to a cross
When did we start to believe
That love requires anything less from us?