That twisted idea of love,
You fall, yes.
But then you're stuck.
Trapped in this little hell.
The people here are clueless.
They're driven by each other.
They're stuck in this little world of theirs .
They're not in love.
Not even in love with the idea of love.
They're in love with the idea of it actually existing.
But here , it doesn't.
YOU ARE READING
for those who are lost
Poesíawhen you're lost, find me. when you're sad, find me. when you're broken, find me. when you have no more hope, join me.
