I want to know love, I want to let someone close,
I want to know what it feels like to have someone next to you in bed at night
Someone who loves you, and is not trying to hurt you.

All of these love feelings make me confused
I thought I knew love once,
It turned out I misunderstood
He really loved another, I was just there as a decoy.

Is love supposed to be a visit from your father at night,
Doing unspeakable acts
While mother sleeps in the next room, unknowing or perhaps uncaring
Is love the teacher who took you against your will.

Is love hearing the words this hurts me a lot more than it does you
as you are being spanked, then being told oh he went out on the porch and cried afterwards,
does that mean I am really loved because he cried after I was hurt,
Is love keeping a secret, so that no one will be embarrassed
But, fills you with shame that follows you forever
Is love hearing you have such a pretty face, if only....

Is love being the one who is here for him,
The one who gets to hear
how special the others are,
While I am just the Whore,
Or worse mentally ill.

Is love something that needs to be learned, I think I missed the classes
Where do I sign up,
Can you tell me
Is it too Late ???

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