What is love?
A four letter word.
That's all and nothing more.
Brought down to us.
To change the sanest insane.
From the purest evil.
Only to demolish souls.
Shatter dreams.
And break hearts.
Why must we all need,
To feel the others warmth
To see into their eyes
To understand their needs
Why must we be tied to such a feeling?
Love, we only do it to survive
To feel as if there is reason to go on
Even though there never is
I don't understand
Why bother feeling?
If there's nothing to touch?
Love, only a blindfold
To stretch what is unreal
To hide what is
Webs of lies, sorrow, and pain.
Why must we need this blind fold,
This feeling,
This mourning
This sorrow
This warmth
These tears
Why?
No one seems to know the answer
I'm stuck myself
All I know is that
This feeling is much needed.
And desired.
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