"Love Is Hard" by James Morrison.
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Violet deleted all the selected emails with the click of the mouse.
Her tired, exhausted face emotionless and blank.
I see lovers in the streets
walking without a care
They wear it out loud like there's
something in the air
Well I don't care
They're treading
lightly
There's no tracks to follow
They don't care where
they're going
And if they're lucky they'll get to see
And
if they're really, really lucky they'll get to feel . . .
She then folded up the hard copies and placed them in her metallic chest, locking it and tucking it deep into the back of her cupboard.
And it kicks so hard it breaks your
bones
Cuts so deep, hits your soul
Tears your skin and
makes your blood flow
It's better that you know
That love
is hard.
Quigley knocked on the door hesitantly, and it was opened a minute later by Violet.
Love takes
hostages and gives them pain,
Gives someone the power to hurt
you again and again
But they don't care
"How've you been?" he asked worriedly.
And if they're
lucky they'll get to see
And if they're really, really lucky
they'll get to feel
And if they're truly blessed then they'll
get to believe
And if you're damned you'll never let yourself
be deceived
"Meh." she replied. "Okay, I guess."
And it kicks so hard it breaks your
bones
Cuts so deep, hits your soul
Tears your skin and
makes your blood flow
It's better that we know
That love is
hard.
"I brought some brunch?" he asked, almost asking if he could come in.
She waved him in, shutting down her computer.
It kicks so hard it breaks
your bones
Cuts so deep, hits your soul
Tears your skin and
makes your blood flow
It's better that we know
It kicks so
hard it breaks your bones
Cuts so deep, hits your soul
Tears
your skin and makes your blood flow
It's better that we
know
That love is hard
"Thanks, Quigy." she sighed.
"Don't mention it. It's in the job description." he replied with a smile, picking up a croissant. "Now, open wide."
If it was easy it wouldn't mean nothing.