We say the words and we play the part
We pretend love is just a simple work of art
We can paint and draw and do whatever we desire
Till one day our artwork decides that it's tiered
See no one these days really understand love
And people think it's this magical thing where roses and white doves rain down from above
They say they fall for they're soulmate over and over again
When in reality love is just a game to them
They don't have true feelings and can't express emotion
They're like old bikes left outside that give way to corrosion
They pretend to be happy like everyone else
But on the inside they're screaming and crying out for help
I mean no one ever talks about it cause they're to afraid
But you have to face the truth and stop letting yourself be dismayed
Because if love could really happen we would live in a perfect state
But just take a look around you we have a far from perfect fate
Poem by teenage_afflictions
