Oh, the things we do for love,
And the dreams that can never be.
Oh, the lies we tell ourselves,
And the nights we cry until falling asleep.
If love is so painful is it even worth it?
Then, if not love what else there is to live for?
Shackled by the bonds of our love,
None of us can ever be truly free.
It's something we crave and welcome,
Even if it breaks our heat in the end,
Love is something we'll always want to feel.
For love, we'll do despicable things,
And then will tell ourselves that,
All is fair in love and war.
We claim that the love we seek has higher purpose,
Telling ourselves that we accept wrong to be right.
Oh, the things we do for our love,
And the lies we tell ourselves!
YOU ARE READING
Not Loveless
PoetryIt is a collection of poems that will make you laugh or cry out in despair. Sometimes, both at once. They will light up your soul and make you feel alive. That's not all of it though, there is a lot more that you might find between these lines...
