Sometimes… Love is Like That….

by BaHR
29 March 1134-1517-1627
(As yet unfinished… of course!)

Remember way back when…
there was just one Wedding Cake…?
When the vows that we swore
Somehow seemed something more
Than just some promise one of us
Seemed to know all along she would ignore
(-cough!-) and… break…?
I guess that’s what I miss…
most…
Being lost in that dream…. Better off….
Not knowing about your clever schemes….
Better off not knowing
that love’s almost never forever….
Now that our love is severed…
Seems I’m somehow lost in that past forever….
Forever….

Forgiving….
Forgetting….
Reliving….
Regretting….
Sometimes….
Love is….
Like that….

Honey, I think I know that thing that you feel…
And truth be told… I felt the same thing, too….
The real deal…?
Sometimes….
Down deep in my soul….
Sometimes… it hurts…
To think that I’ve been such a fool….
I feel like such a fool….
To KNOW I’m fool…
To feel… this… pain… still….
I know it ain’t cool….
I AM such a fool…
And I’m so confused….
My thoughts are so complex….
Life should be simple…
And… I should be simply…

Forgiving….
Forgetting….
Reliving….
Regretting….
Sometimes….
Love is….
Like that….

It’s not that I really mind your leaving…
It’s just that I find that my soul is still grieving…
The loss of love that I thought
Must be God-sent… because it felt so… divine!
Now… I’m crying….
Because your love wasn’t all that I lost that day…
And now I guess that must be my cross, as they say….
Seems I can never go on and just get on with my life…
If I can’t somehow start…

Forgiving….
Forgetting….
Reliving….
Regretting….
Sometimes….
Love is….
Like that….

Because I just can’t seem to get you off of my mind.
I’m crying inside… and I feel like I’m dying…
And these bitter tears are taking their sweet time…
Washing your stain… out of my heart and mind…
Cause I’m holding on to your memory… holding on to the pain…
Hoping you won’t forget me… wishing I was to blame…
When I really should be…

Forgiving….
Forgetting….
Reliving….
Regretting….
Sometimes….
Love is….
Like that….

I’m not an idiot… though I may a fool.
And despite all my schooling, I feel I’ve been used like a tool….
I know your friends and your lovers keep telling you:
“Just make up your mind…
and just move on….
Don’t waste your time
because it just feels wrong…
Every night that you waste in bed with him
Is just one less night
You could be out searching for Mr. Just-Feels-Right
Instead of sleeping next to some fool who holds on too tight!”
So when you’re lying in your king-sized bed… alone….
I hope I’m stuck in your head and you’re singing this song…

Forgiving….
Forgetting….
Reliving….
Regretting….
Sometimes….
Love is….
Like that….

I remember the vows that we both swore that day
But when you swear at me now… I still feel the same way….
Now I’m regretting words I may have said….
Regretting forgetting to say “I love you” instead….
Reliving those time when you broke my heart….
Your tongue was so sharp while you were screaming your hate.
Your refusing to forgive me finally drove me way….
Now I’m foolishly thinking maybe I should have begged you to stay…
Instead of telling you goodbye when you walked out that door…
And left me feeling a fool when you did….
The way you did….
But… Baby… you did….
And… you left me… foolishly…

Forgiving….
Forgetting….
Reliving….
Regretting….
Sometimes….
Love is….
Like that….

Baby… I would sure love to wish you well…
But… truthfully…? I hope your life’s a living Hell…
And while I know and accept that it’s your right…
To ME… it still feels wrong… that you broke my heart….
To me… it still stings….
It still cuts like a knife….
Right through me….
And I still feel I lost a big part of my life….
And this house will never feel like a home….
Because you left me….
Alone….
And… you left me singing this song….

Forgiving….
Forgetting….
Reliving….
Regretting….
Sometimes….
Love is….
Like that….
Yeah… sometimes….
Love is….
Like that….

Yep! Sometimes that’s what love’s like…
At least so I’ve been told….
Sometimes love seems to be spite…
And some folks seem to think love is all about control….
“If you really loved me right…
Then you’d give me your soul….”
Seems every rose has its thorn
And every horny thorn its rose
That seems to shameless prick you
When you’re in its most passionate throes….
But… if that sounds at all foolish
I’m just feeling like a fool in love….

Forgiving….
Forgetting….
Reliving….
Regretting….
Sometimes….
Love is….
Like that….
Yeah… sometimes…
Seems love is…
Just… like that….
And sometimes…
Love is…
JUST like that!

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