But what is love,
the years have torn away the meaning,
and we no longer incorporate it with a dove
but something else, something more
and the word love has left us leaning
on so many different expecatations.
Now and today, love is nothing
but a small four letter word
twisted and beaten and thrown
into darkness.
Left for dead,
inhaling the rest of sanity,
in this mere four-letter word
there is nothing left but vanity.
The heartbroken are left
with a crooked outlook,
on this thing called love.
And the ones, who don't survive,
are left to themselves.
Speaking their minds,
finding an escape in the heat of
breaking lungs, or the dullness
of metal on pure skin.
drowned by their demons,
filling the heart with black water.
And the belief that love will no longer exist,
lingers and takes over the mind.
And when there is nothing left to hold onto,
this feeling disappears;
Vanished into the depths of this beating,
cold, pink muscle.
And the years have taken their toll,
the meaning of love
is no longer incorporated with a dove.
And finally, the drowning demons take over,
and love is nothing more
then a mere
four-letter word.
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Just Some Thoughts <3
PoésiePoems about my life or stuff that is just on my mind c: