more than words

I've been thinking about how we've been

walking along on the weekend

wondering why we're meant to bend

like the tree against the wind

while wine is flowing down an open brook

love is not a storybook

like the broken shards of glass, we walk onto show how much we care

love is not the time we share

love is not how much you make me question the reality that I sought to sow with you

but instead, I lost all that I knew

love is true

and love is not everything that you buy or tell me to believe

the mask is but a falling leaf

and while I know how much I wanted you to be true

love is not me and you