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By personifying love to a woman that I previously had dated, my thoughts began to flow as such. I begin to question Love. Now a days it's hard to get someone we love to open up due to past encounters with other people. I assure Love that I won't hurt her, that I have been through what she has. If I was given the opportunity to show her that my actions speak louder then the seductive words I can speak aloud, I would do so. Love is hard to come by and, while searching, I've learned what it takes to be everything that love requires. So "hey, Love?".
The "suitcase" is your heart. The heart packs and stores the true memories and emotions that we share for one another. It's hard to express yourself instinctively. When faced with your lover leaving you, your pride pushes them out the door, only for your longing of them to pull you closer. Even when they've hurt you, when you've hurt them, time can make you forget that your best bet is to move forward. You begin to face a crossroad. Trying to justify your wrong by the fact that they've hurt you. But if you was so hurt, why not leave instead of play the "spite" game. Love is such a childish emotion. Unfortunately, we win some and lose some, life has to go on.Expand
You there,Read Hey Love
With your bright eyes and white smile,
Your words are so calm and pure.
I appreciate your effort.
Show me your heart,
In this world, where beauty marks your face.
I've linked into your eyes and I see the distance.
Well hey love.
Sometimes I see the darkness take over you.
Did you think I wouldn't approach you
Be still for me.
Hopefully this time I won't lose you.
We were suppose to grow old.Read An Open Suitcase
How am I suppose to look up to the moon when I know it looks down on you.
Crying, fighting, fussing.
You see, someone asked me what's wrong and I began to talk.
So I run home to see you standing in the middle the door.
I'm gone now.
Don't sit and believe that this was nothing.
We were suppose to grow old
Woman, I've packed a suitcase full of scripts.
when instead of falling away now,
You want someone who wipes his feet at the door and I want someone whose door locks
I stayed somewhere familiar.
In the end you learn that there's no reason in all of this.
Now I open my suitcase one more time.
One day we're gonna grow old...