Don’t say you love me and use it as a lever
A lever to use in a medieval way
Extracting confessions for sins not committed
Then applying more pressure so you get your way
When love is best served by judgment, sober
Weighing each link in the chain as we sway
Not promising the earth or even an acre
Not saying forever nor turning away.
So, if you love someone its best to not say it
'cause the words will come back to stab like a knife
When the tunnel of love like some ancient idea
Is kaput, finis for us, at least in this life
So forget all the passions and well-meant forever’s.
And all the make-ups that followed our strife
As the train wheels keep saying
don't make promises, promises are levers
levers designed to extinguish loves life
JAMES ROBERTS
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-on-the-tracks/
