the sword or the hurricane?
Love has a sword and it's sharp on both sides,
Cut through each other, only the strongest survive.
Relationships in tethers and longest of ties,
All cut in two or stabbed in the back with knives.
it doesn't hurt anymore but on the brightside.
Because someone loves you so much they cried.
Loves like a hurricane on a Rollercoaster ride.
Look for that person in their eyes you confide,
then you see the peace of loving of lives.
And the chaos around you some how has died.
In the center with you, I love you my bride.
Baby cut me in two, or I'll hand you the knives.