Trouble

Some tell me,
I am in trouble,
Trouble with nothing anymore.
I'm in trouble, with myself.

Some say I,
I am a problem,
Not to anything,
But myself.

I say love,
It is a reason,
Or more a way,
To live a life.

Never ever more,
Will I love like that.
Never ever more,
Will I, understand.

I Love, You Love

Love me for who I am.
Love me for who I will be.
Love me for who I have been.
Love me now.
Love me because I love you.
Love me because I will love you.
Love me because I have loved you.
Love me because.
Love me Today.
Love me Tomorrow.
Love me Yesterday.
Love me.

I love you for who you are.
I love you for who you will be.
I love you for who you have been.
I love you now.
I love you because you love me.
I love you because you will love me.
I love you because you have loved me.
I love you because.
I love you Today,
I love you Tomorrow,
I love you Yesterday,
I love you.

Pains

There are only two types of pain.
One is physical.
When you crash your bike,
When you cut your finger.
The other is feelings.
When you have that dream of how you envision your life,
When you talk to that girl you will never ask out,
When you see other people living, and you just sitting.
When you feel life for a brief moment,
When you hear that someone close died,
When you taste the true taste of something.
The pain only really comes when you try to duplicate it,
Try to repeat it,
Try to recreate it,
And only try,
And only fail.
Yes, there are only two kinds of pain,
And only you.