The story so far:
Hoping to find true Love, to find the One
Curious, don’t you think, how we turn our heads away
From those who would give us their last living day?
All for the dream we manufactured
Uncaring of the hearts we carelessly fractured
Still, we fight the urge to share in their smile
We answer their pleas with refusals, denials
Shameless, we laud those that we ourselves would hold
Yet ignore the very hearts that would die for us out in the cold
Yet we don’t stop to think of the others
Thinking only of ourselves
Blinded by our egos in our self-made hells
We hear that one melody, that nostalgic song
That makes us pine for companionship
For all we want is to belong
Yet we turn a calloused eye to one that stands before us
Because they do not make our every moment rapturous and joyous
It is only after we have licked the very heels
Of another, like us, who knows not how to feel
Then we realize what we have done
For we have selfishly cast aside true love
For a convenient one


'Love Convenient' statistics: (click to read)

