Love is not truth.
Love's making fool.
It never gets clear
And inspires just fear.
Fear of devastation,
Despair and frastration
And painfull realization
Of complete neglection.
And you lie at night
Willing to switch off your mind,
To get rid of all thoughts
Followed after by tree dots.
Love is not real.
It's just a fake.
It is just a deal
Between illusion and hate.
You believe in this feeling.
In this divine sense.
Realization is killing -
Pure benefit beyond pretence.
There are many questions
About what the love is.
There's no determination,
Just forget your being in piece.
What is Love?
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i'm afraid of askin' myself of what love really is...
Марилока 28.02.2010 18:28 • Заявить о нарушении
Марилока 28.02.2010 18:28 • Заявить о нарушении
It's really difficult to identify what love is...I tried to do my best. Thank you!
Пилипенко Сергей 04.03.2010 16:57 Заявить о нарушении
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