As you or I?
For we care when in pain,
Wanting it to end,
And we care for pain,
When it has surrendered.
The same pain which hurts,
Is the same pain we beg for.
When we have nothing to live for,
Other then pain,
That pain,
The only thing making us hate,
Keeping us searching for fate.
Wondering what,
The next day,
Full of pain, will endure on us,
Keeping us yearning for more,
Blind to this obsession,
For this obsession for pain,
Is blinded by love,
The love you and me,
Both were blessed with,
Yet that pain does not always have to be,
For you and me,
Are together,
And that pain has been banished,
By this evolving love.