Our Search Has a Name
Our intentions are pure and our conscious is free
We start out on a search for a love that could be
Those pictures are perfect, those words are just right
Our hopes are sent sailing on courses so bright
We find that first person that catches our eye
And write that first letter and wait for reply
Will they write back, or are hopes set too high?
Are you hoping to laugh, but fear you may cry?
Emotions seem high, and then they seem low
Our hearts beat so fast, and then they beat slow
Like a ride at the fair with its' valleys and peak
Is it just for a thrill we are hoping to seek?
Perhaps we have egos that were bruised in the past
A relation that ended we wished that could last
The harder we try and the more that we fail
Only deepens the scars that we never unveil
Why do we write if we do not have time?
Would the truth really hurt, would it be such a crime
To admit to ourselves that our search has a name
That the love we search for has turned into a game
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