For many years I wonder the same thing
what is love
does it really exist
When you think about it
it does exist
maybe not in the way we imagine
but is all around the panel
Love is so unpredictable
it has two faces
one is light and the other darkness
Sometimes I wonder why
and is because we fucked up really bad
Love was never meant to be sad
but we decide to change people's live
and if it was for the better
well is alright
but we just destroy
what is not our right to decide
YOU ARE READING
Just don't
PoetryPoems from the lonely heart that always silence what they want to say. Mostly for fear of starting something they don't want to see it end.
