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Love is an illusion

What is love?

Is it a feeling? Is it a place? Is it a person?

Is it a case? A case of feelings

That keep on reeling, out of my mind, out of me.

What is love? How can I know

What it is when I didn't feel

Anything

Since you left

How do I know?

If I ever loved?

So come to me, teach me how

How I should, show you my love.

How I should, Finally, love

When I couldn't even

show it for myself

"I love you!" "I love her!" "I love him!" "I love them!"

What do you mean, when you tell me

That you love me like you never did

I didn't even know, what is like

To hear all those words

Coming out of your sigh

But one thing for sure I do know

That love was never meant to be for her

Not for her, but for me,

All of your love was meant to be free

Free from your lips

Free from your mind

All of it, free, so I could pick up all

All of the love that you gave me

I would've kept it better than her,

Better than she could've ever had,

Truly, love is just an illusion.

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