Love
We all sing the beautiful melody all the time.
Flowing from our hearts.
Love
We all share this warm feeling amongst each other. Letting it hold us dear.
Love
We all promise each other it. To never let it disappear and break our fragile bodies.
Love
You sung those words to me.
You hugged me, promising me.
Where is love now?
Where did it go?
Is there such thing?
This family is torn at the seams, holding on.
What even is love?
Is love the melody sung along?
Is love the false promises shared about?
Is love real?
Is love fake?
Tell me
What is love? When all I hear are the fights hidden away. When all I see is empty eyes staring. When all I feel is the cold, terrifying feeling of hatred.
Tell me
How do you still believe in love?
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