“Love Is Really Heavy”
By
Jaime Rivera
I've lost so much weight oh my,
I fear the time has come to die,
And thought I pray with sudden grace,
To see one last time your lovely face,
It cheers me up so merry;
I wonder why love is really heavy.
I glanced at her sexy lips so swift,
I felt my pants grew warm and stiff,
The passion growing inside me,
Made me feel what I couldn't see,
I returned home in a hurry;
I wonder why love is really heavy.
Her beautiful eyes were hard to see,
They filled me with great ecstasy,
A roaring hungers inside my head,
Made me wish I had her in bed,
Sometimes I question why I act so silly;
I wonder why love is really heavy.
I lay my cold hands on her charming breasts,
And felt her warm heart wildly beating,
It made me wonder what I had missed,
Her roaring laughter inside me eating;
At times I often worry,
I wonder why love is really heavy.
Her hair so soft, I often played,
I was so sure I had it made,
It felt so good to caress again,
What made me feel lively rich then,
I thought I was very lucky;
I wonder why love is really heavy.
A tender kiss I stole from her lips,
Mine was cold, lifeless and stiff,
And though she shivered, she smiled again,
As every night she did then,
I may act cold and dreary;
I wonder why love is really heavy.
Her skin so soft, so pure and innocent,
Filled my heart with the argument,
That I have to let her go,
And let life go with the flow,
The pain made me feel so dizzy;
I wonder why love is really heavy.
Every night I watch you as you sleep,
Sometimes wanting what I cannot keep,
You bring me clean clothes in the morning,
Always wishing and always hoping,
Our love we cannot keep possibly;
I wonder why love is really heavy.
Daylight again comes in a hurry,
I must return to the cemetery,
And lay in my ice, cold coffin,
The one that you buried me in,
I wanted, but couldn't take you with me;
I wonder why love is really heavy.
© 2009 Jaime Rivera
Every day, she brings her love fresh blood,
Hoping that he will spare a human,
And every night he can watch her as she sleeps;
Such is the irony of love,
That we sometimes want what we cannot keep.
(and we cannot let go either.)
