The Anger of Love
my anger simmers deep in my soul
as I dig myself even deeper into this hole
I handle the shovel with such dexterity and pace
flinging the dirt of my emotions all over the place
how do i find myself here and when will it end
it is my love that angers me to no end
my love for another that blinded my eyes
and now it is my forlorn heart that cries
the anger so real that I might never heal
I still love her and that's a very big deal
so deep in my hole I will live
until I find the strength to forgive
only then will I emerge to run under the sun
praying to God that this is the one
make no mistake it was totally me
there is no finer lover than she
with that I must live out my days
regretting mistakes of my former ways
tell her I love her so that she might know
how deeply it hurt watching her go
let her know that I wish her the best
as I finish my torment devoid of rest
and this is why love hurts
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