True Violence Of A Love...

Love, your eyes have me on the downward.  I sang our song until my lungs had literally blown, but it didn't make a difference to the scene of the unnoticed.  The spot lights pointed down in the dark park, upon the one with the love streak. All the people just sat slouched gazing along the wine party, carrying on the one way show.  I felt as if I was jumping trying to catch the fire flies June happening.  No I am definitely lost on a sea with no regard to a bearing.  The violence of love has got me again.  I sit here my own victim limitless yet limited of the one I came to adore...