I'm lying in my bed and looking at your pillow
things have changed
and nothing seems to matter anymore.
Where's the shape of your head carved,
the smell of your hair in the linings
where are you when I need you
to be there for me,
to catch me when I fall and
when I need to find shelter in your arms.
Tell me where all the love has gone
now that you are present only in my mind
and when friends tell me how nice you behave
while I can still recall all the misery I went through
because of you.
People talk and make stories in case of another chance
they speak and know nothing at all,
they seem to ignore where the real love has gone
when everything goes wrong in a suicidal affair
where nothing makes sence
except from the love that we had for each other.
Real love is when your pillow fills up
with your body lying down on the bed
when we are there for each other
and not living at the expence of one another,
it all about the strength you find to carry on
even when the skies aren't blue anymore
and the going gets tougher,
but you don't give up and you don't give in
to your self destruction and your weaknesses.
Real love is when you hold hands
and you don't let them go no matter what
because you care for each other
and you don't want to jeopardise
all the things that you have made real,
the chemistry, the magic, the support,
yes that's what real love is all about
and a good laugh to share often
along with memories that will last you for a lifetime.
(c) Marialena, 19.02.2019 (real love where do we come from, real love lead the way...)
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