LUV YA.
Two words thrown around like meaningless Shit.
In this life of lust, and young adolescent sex.
Luv ya, I've used it, and I've taken it back.
But for some reason I have never meant it.
These two words put together in the weirdest ways...
Both to bring happiness and hurt in a short matter of time.
Sadly enough I have felt love, but never told my true feelings...
Only too scared to hurt.
Because the happiness and hurt had came and gone by this time...Tears and smiles lost in the past, in the days where Luv Ya was as easy to say as it was to breath.
Never thought of as hurtful, only loving and cherishable.
But now it seems as if you care more not to say it, than you do if you dare to speak...As if it is a lie.
Sorry to burst the worlds bubble, but most of it is.
Young love is as meaningless as making love to a whore.