Im confused with the word L.O.V.E,
Does it have edges and curves.
Because everytime i try to feel it,
I always failed it.
What is Love actually means?
Is it something sweet like some soy beans?
Because everytime I scrollin,
Im envy with the couple's tweetin'.
One fine day, I saw you,
I see you right into your eyes,
I am pretty sure that you are the one,
But at the end , Everything is a lie.
I talk to myself ,"this is love?"
Why does it so painful.
It's not a soy bean.
But it's more like a dustbin.
There's no sparks that im expectin.
Maybe it's not the time,
Listening to lyrics and feeling the rhymes,
Love songs is playing in my mind,
And now i believe and i trust,
That LOVE in the screen and book,
isn't real.
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Poems : Confused
PoetryThis poem is dedicated to all teenagers like me , who is confused by everything happens to them while growing up.
