Love love love,
Just what is love?
Does anything like that exist?
Or is it just an illusion in the mind?
Just a word with no action?
Someone called it a verb with no action,
I totally agreed with them,
Nothing like feelings exist,
Its more of obsession and illussions,
Is love not supposed to protect?
Then why are lovers always hurting,
Is it not meant to be kind,
Yet some people are always so cruel,
If you asked me,i would call love an illegal drug,
When it gets to your head,you drift to another world,
When you loose it,you are the epitome of brokennness
When you don't have it,you crave it,
Can't it be pronounced illegal for good,
It breaks so many,but never heard of it mending,
Madness is what i liken it to,
You act extremely out of line,
Yet no one really minds you,
It really is all but crazy,
But the who am i to advice you against it,
Afterall no one ever really chooses when to love,
Just like mad ones never choose to get mad,
Its also only natural to have people like me,
Seeing the thing they call love just as i do.
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PoetryPoems and recitations are a great way of expressing and sharing your thoughts and feelings. Inspired by my life and that of others around me is a collection i hope you enjoy to the very end. If not, thank you for at least reading this short descript...
