They say "love is a wind can't see but can feel it",
But where is the love when you need it.
The girl who cried, plugged her head on the pillow
Who loved her and where was the hero?
The boy, who was depressed for half his life
Who understood and helped him from dying?
And where were the people who found true love,
"Posting "R.I.P.", with a little dove"?
And yet they call eachother "The soulmate"
For what? To end their life when they, in problem
To leave your soul alone in your body.
Yet they say "he is my soulmate my one and only".
Then she start calling him "honey".
Is it for love? No, for money.
And he replies with "yes darlings"
Who knows what dirty romance he thinks.
'The love is toxic' what everyone calls
They reply "this is the purity that falls on us".
Other couples so jealous of love they can't make
"Hastag sweet couple" is filled with snake.
Love doesn't exist nowadays
And who am I (a single person) to oppose or say.
So i leave this love to media
Loving myself like the old days euphoria.
By Yash_1608 (8/7/23 . 10.06 pm)
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PoetryHere is all my thoughts and point of views and stories kept suffocated inside a cage which is one by one crawling out the cage. it's a poem compilation about my life and some other stories that I came across this last two months. Words are the stron...
