Young Writers Society

It's the same old song

The same old story

We meet by love's rose and vow to be one.

A million people have met by her flower

a trillion more have been torn by her thorns

I've told of my desire for you a million times,

You've told me you loathed me a trillion more.

I sit on this old wooden porch

watching the cars go past as the sunrise paints the sky

Humanities invention before my eyes

I think to myself for all we have done, for all we've become, we are still the same.

Wandering, lost our hearts broken and hurting.

Who taught us to love?

To adore each other so deeply?

I've told you that you're my bright star a million times,

You've told me your my night a trillion more.

Love's old bittersweet song echoes through time,

the same old melody

the same old tale.

We meet by love's rose and vow to unite,

A million people have met by her blossom

A trillion more have been shattered by her thorns.

I could fill the Earth with the pieces of broken hearts laying in the dust.

I've given you my heart a million times,

you've ripped it a trillion more.

There's an old adage, it goes something like this

enjoy love while she's cheap for she always makes you pay, often at a price too high.

I sit on this old wooden porch

watching the cars go past while the dawn varnishes the sky

humanities invention before my eyes.

I think to myself

for all we have made, for all we are,

We're still the same.

Our hearts slashed by loves serrated sword,

wondering how to care about another.

I've heard that love is an addiction,

bitter while it wrecks you apart leaving you wanting more.

I've shown you, my soul, a million times,

you've destroyed it a trillion more.

It's the same old serenade

the same old account,

We meet by loves rose and vow to cherish another.

A million people have met by her blooms

a trillion more are ripped by her thorns

I sit on this old wooden porch

watching the cars go past as daybreak streaks the sky,

humanities invention before my eyes.

I think to myself for all we have, for all we've achieved,

we are still the same.

A broken people, our hearts heavy with regret

Weighed by love's tears.

I've heard a proverb it goes like this, nothing's more bitter than a failed bond.

I've shown you my worries a million times,

you've closed your ears a trillion more.

Many say that love is sweet, but all I've tasted is her sourness.

I sit on this old wooden porch,

watching the cars go past, while morning hues the sky

humanities invention before my eyes.

I think to myself for all we know for all we've discovered, we are still the same.

Pondering the depths love, and crying over her dagger.

Theirs an adage I know it goes like this

Enjoy love while she's free for she always makes you regret often at a cost.

It's the same old tune

The same old chronicle

We meet by love's rose and vow to be one.

A million people have met by her flower

a trillion more have been scarred by her thorns.

I've told you of my yearning for you a million times

you've rejected me a trillion more.

But I can see the sun stretch across the sky.

I can feel the wounds upon my heart heal.

Off in the distance, I hear a lovely sonata rise from the ash,

I think to myself

Man's heart is fragile, yet love makes it stronger.

For all her thorns remember the beauty of her blooms.

I don't weep for you.

My heart has gotten over you.

For I know a love that's not young.

A love truer then integrity, that never comes with blades.

A love that heals man's heart and never breaks it.

A love that holds the world together.

A love that's sacrificial-The love Christ has for us.

It's been called true love.

I know it as real love.

Many say love makes life sweet.

And in the end, maybe all love does.