A beautiful tragedy haunts my days.
The beautiful tragedy called passion.
Song of a forgotten, broken love plays.
A careless love filled with careful caution.
The feeling of dread when he kisses me.
Somehow, feelings of happiness follow.
Erase these emotions or let them be?
Do I love, when it leaves me so hollow?
Do I love, even when it hurts my heart?
Do I continue to love when it kills?
Why do I love when it tears me apart?
Why does love give me violent chills?
Why does loving someone feel so, so right?
Even though it takes away all my might.