To love for some is just pretend,
to love for some is a fond friend.
To love for some means happy ends,
to love for some means heartbreaks mend.
But to others love does mean,
a short rushed feeling the length of dreams.
When your eyes open again, there you are alone in bed.
Alone again just like before, eyes wide open with one new shut door.
You toss and turn to fall asleep,
but when you do the dream’s not sweet.
It has turned into a nightmare,
thoughts of once sweet things now fright you.
To love for some means happy thoughts,
but to others means future sleeps loss.
– Thomas M. Watt