To love means to succumb to others desires.Someone there to care, give that feeling of warmth.
But does love truly exist?
Love makes you smile, brings upon happiness. Or is it some illusion created to inspire a relationship. Love represents someone who will stand for you when others push you down.
Lust that is the true meaning of love. Just a desire, an outside attraction. Being loved gives you that person to help you through the sad moments.
All the media wants it to be as shown. A person to give you strength...... Or a fallen angel's illusion to unite the human race in a peaceful delusional faith......
That is why I don't love.... That is why I do love....
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Poetry Lines
PoesiaPoetry is a way for an artist to express themselves A way to not bottle emotions My poetry is just that a way to express myself inner thoughts almost like a diary but I'm making it public
