Something Called Love

Now we run out of things to talk about
Romantic things- that is. 
But when we fight we have plenty say
Trying to prove our points, complaining about each other
There's  where our marriage stands- at the verge of extinction.

8 sheer years of rough housing, along the way
We have forgotten a lot about each other
What it feels like to feel each other's warmth
Gaze into each other's eyes, speak the language of silence
We have forgotten the reason why we fell in love at the first place.

We still talk about stuffs, go to places , live under the same roof
It's just there is the 'invisible wall' between us that we can't break apart
There are times when we try to talk to each other
But end up talking at each other.

And when we're exhausted and have melt downs
Our tears flow on there separate ways.
So now we question, is it worth trying to love each other again?
At the end of the day, does it really matter?
Or, is there still any love left at the bottom of our hearts?

We know the truth, the answer to that question
It's just we pretend to not know
So we lie naked in each other's arms
And try to go deep, deep beneath the skin
Where something called love may exsist.