Water for Vitality and Salt for Tears

How much love is enough 

    before enough is to much?

How many memories are enough

    before enough makes you choke

Up with misery, sorrow and pain?

    How many scratches, bruises

Slashes and jagged ends 

    are needed to kill from inside out?

All of those selfish tears 

    and screwed motives are from nothing but uncertainty.

Who once was called a decent man,

    lover and friend

Can do nothing more than lie, hate and steal-

    only from the chest of one whom loves the heaviest.

So how many stanzas, phrases, tears and gazes

    does it take for you to see clear?

How many minutes, hours, 

    days, months or years?

They say that the first is always the toughest, 

    I say the first is lethal.

No order, no rhyme, no scheme.

    your nothing more than a myth to me.

A dream which is never ending.

    you were my love,

But now, I realize that I love to much.

    now is my time to find...

To find myself in your self seeking eyes.

    in my self-deserving ambition.

In my tears, through my pain, and past your memories. 

    when is enough... enough 

Before it is too much?

By Nayo S. Shell