The Hurt...

Take me away like back in the day when they wrote love songs about you.
Those kinds of words meant something real, something that you can hold onto.
Nowadays, after those days, the message has changed and leaves me feeling strange.
The pureness feels more taught and less original, borderline criminal.
They used to say that you could cure it with a song, and somehow we got it all wrong.
I'm showing mixed emotions, because i dont' know how to feel anymore. Once it's gone, damn, it's gone and that's hard to get back.
I wanna hear that track from way back that i listend to when i was eight. no one could understand why i loved it so, but all i knew was that it was mine. They were songs about love, songs about life, songs about a world that i knew nothing about. My thoughts would play out like a romance novel, with the fiery fierce love being explored to endless depths. Dreams and illusions of what kind of love i would give to some unsuspecting thane. He, like me, would go wild at the lyrics before us and play them out with vivacious attitude and honest tread. We traverse the globe and find those muses that give us new hope in keeping the eternal flame of love glowing bright. But i'm a dreamer and my lyrics are only virginal at this stage. I have yet to give my song a name, so i'll keep on dreaming...