Love
Is an
Unexplainable
Word
Do we know love?
Do we think we have loved?
How do we know we have loved?
Having different sectors:
Eros
Agape
Philia
Storge
How do we know what love is?
How do we know love when we feel it?
Or see it?
What is love?
And how do we feel it?
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You don't wanna know what I've been through. You don't wanna know what this heart has taken. I'm a lone wolf in a world of sheep. I'm a stranger wallowing in the deep. A mind of endless questioning.
What have you become.
I allow you to suck me dry Drain me of all my energy with your twisting, turning and bending of reality Woe is you AND me Fighting out the time spent Consolation vs Devastation You are a...
My life is a mystery, I've never been its master. My life is a story, that has never been a glory. It's full of sadness, and maybe happiness. It's very vain And it cause me pain.
Must we haste And waste the day. Must we worry About what others think. Must we overthink Every little detail. Must we pretend And lie till the end. Must we fight And blur our sight.
Would you rather be hot or cold. Way too young or way too old. Petite, tiny, well, just small, Or giant, massive, really tall. Way too clever for your own good, Or stupid, as thick as mud.
In the still of night And the quiet of Day I long not for endurance But choose to fade away For now I conform To the silent whispers And their thoughts Can't hang on any longer I long for the...
Words spill out from me. A vocabulary lost, devoid of all meaning, The endless monologue will never explain; Revelations into the soul are pointless.
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