- - The Risk - -
Love, it's a feeling that lifts the spirits. But what if that love is close, but still to far away? Do I risk it all, do I take a chance and risk great pain only for the slimmest chance of happiness? If everything laid on a kiss, a single kiss, one that could cause feelings of passion or feelings of regret and pain, do I risk it all? Do I throw my heart up into the air, hoping someone will catch it, do I take the chance of mending my heart from the past or possibly break the very last piece of that broken heart. Feelings of confusion run all around me, like a tornado, sweeping me up into it. The pain of my choice could very well be the last string holding my heart up, the very last smash of the hammer that shatters me. The happiness of my choice could be the glue that fixes the already broken heart, the sunshine that keeps me smiling, and the love I forever hold. Love, that word entitles some many things, and can scare off the fragile. The consequences of my choices are great, good or bad. But with the happiness there comes a price as well. If I take the risk, and take a leap of faith then I could end up happier than I have ever been but have caused pain in a friend, or I could end up a bitter, heartless man, broken to the very core. I have lost love once, to lost again is a pain I do not wish to bare again. Do I risk what happiness she has, just for my own? Do I take the chance of hurting a friend only so I can be happy? I have been alone for so long, I have been broken hard. The thoughts run through my head, the scenarios jog around, and the consequences sprint ahead to the very front of my thoughts. Love, it's a confusing thing, it can even be a destructive thing. Love, which is suppose to mean happiness, it's suppose to cause two people to forever be happy. But at the same time it can be the opposite. In being in love, but not having it, love brings pain. In loving someone, but them love another there is pain, in them not loving you at all there is pain. How could something that should bring happiness also bring with it so much pain. Good things happen with a price, that's why. If one person is to happy that means another will not. Cupid once had an Arrow, one target, one love. It seems cupid now has a shotgun, one that hits many targets. Will she take my hand and be with me, or will she push me away? There is no way to tell, not unless I take the chance, but do I? Would you take the risk, should I take the chance. I don't know, you tell me.
Love, it's a feeling that lifts the spirits. But what if that love is close, but still to far away? Do I risk it all, do I take a chance and risk great pain only for the slimmest chance of happiness? If everything laid on a kiss, a single kiss, one that could cause feelings of passion or feelings of regret and pain, do I risk it all? Do I throw my heart up into the air, hoping someone will catch it, do I take the chance of mending my heart from the past or possibly break the very last piece of that broken heart. Feelings of confusion run all around me, like a tornado, sweeping me up into it. The pain of my choice could very well be the last string holding my heart up, the very last smash of the hammer that shatters me. The happiness of my choice could be the glue that fixes the already broken heart, the sunshine that keeps me smiling, and the love I forever hold. Love, that word entitles some many things, and can scare off the fragile. The consequences of my choices are great, good or bad. But with the happiness there comes a price as well. If I take the risk, and take a leap of faith then I could end up happier than I have ever been but have caused pain in a friend, or I could end up a bitter, heartless man, broken to the very core. I have lost love once, to lost again is a pain I do not wish to bare again. Do I risk what happiness she has, just for my own? Do I take the chance of hurting a friend only so I can be happy? I have been alone for so long, I have been broken hard. The thoughts run through my head, the scenarios jog around, and the consequences sprint ahead to the very front of my thoughts. Love, it's a confusing thing, it can even be a destructive thing. Love, which is suppose to mean happiness, it's suppose to cause two people to forever be happy. But at the same time it can be the opposite. In being in love, but not having it, love brings pain. In loving someone, but them love another there is pain, in them not loving you at all there is pain. How could something that should bring happiness also bring with it so much pain. Good things happen with a price, that's why. If one person is to happy that means another will not. Cupid once had an Arrow, one target, one love. It seems cupid now has a shotgun, one that hits many targets. Will she take my hand and be with me, or will she push me away? There is no way to tell, not unless I take the chance, but do I? Would you take the risk, should I take the chance. I don't know, you tell me.