Six In The Morning

Six In The Morning

I remember how it all eventually ends. It always end up with the same storyline.  Everyone, Just always much too hasty at the very end of it all. It's no wonder that true love lessens by the second. Its always what that caters best to one self. Try as we might to be a little more altruistic, ultimately it's always me myself and I.   Silly, what a silly lover I end up seeming to be in a world like this. Needs so basic it always seems way too demanding in a world like this. Perhaps wanting material matters just like everybody else lessens the intensity of it all.

We don't really know what love is anymore. Or perhaps am I the one that simply doesn't? Maybe so, maybe I'm the one that loves wrong.