The Spoken Word of the Passenger

 

Love: we never heard it enough

Maybe our generation 

heard it too much.

Maybe from the one's

We never wanted it from

So we stay silent,

Cause there's 

no weight to the tongue.

Pushed away

in the heat of the fun

A memory now

of what could of been done.

Chasing life now

A wreck on the run

Did you find love

In the hop's that you chug?

The pills that you pop

When you're in a heap of a slump?

The trees you chase

to find your spirit within?

Was your next "I love you."

Valued content?

Did the kids you make

Fill the void?

Did you plan it all out?

Or was it a mistake of a choice?

Did you dream like I dream?

You rowin the boat?

Or does a four letter word

Lose merit on shore?

You chased around the globe

When emotions was moored,

Did you find your journey

Questing the lore?

No I'm not judging

I want to know more

When I said I love you;

Was it the shell or the pearl?

If I have to ask

Should've known where it stands

My I love you's:

Always the clam.

So from me what you're hearing

Is not what you're hoping.

Ego's got you spent

And the years are atolling,

Your wishes are your wants

Not your needs for the knowing.

My I love you's ment

Not what they're showing.

Let me keep it real

Get ready for flowing

Not water from your eyes

Or the heart that's pouring

In every single thought

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Some never hear it

So let us enjoy it

Stop pressing on the meaning

When you've never explored it.

You never found your heart

To appreciate true moments.

Four little letters

Can mean so much more than:

What you've heard.

What you've said.

What you've done.

What you've did.