love is but a word,
a complicatEd emotion
which gives An illusion
for mAnkind to believe,
to hope...
however noBody really experiences the warmth,
the feeling of unity and comfort,
but quite the opposite --
you feel cold, lonely pain.
love is just somethinG we idiots fall for.
we fall in love and can't get up,
and yet we enjoy being enslaved by this feeling.
how could this be?
that when you're not with that one who makes your life much more complex and complete,
you feel morose and alone.
what is love really?
is it an emotion.?
or an illusion,
an illusion for us to seek refuge
from the hard and cold rain
that this world has to offer?
a complicatEd emotion
which gives An illusion
for mAnkind to believe,
to hope...
however noBody really experiences the warmth,
the feeling of unity and comfort,
but quite the opposite --
you feel cold, lonely pain.
love is just somethinG we idiots fall for.
we fall in love and can't get up,
and yet we enjoy being enslaved by this feeling.
how could this be?
that when you're not with that one who makes your life much more complex and complete,
you feel morose and alone.
what is love really?
is it an emotion.?
or an illusion,
an illusion for us to seek refuge
from the hard and cold rain
that this world has to offer?
