Its a funny thing, A feeling without a name
No concrete or stead fast rules to go by
Just a fleeting thought
or a beloved memory
or a hungry glance
Its a funny thing, A need for another
Not understandable, to say the least
Not even that enjoyable
For most it means pain
For most it means a battle
For most it means lies
But for some
this funny feeling is all they need
This LOVE buisness is why they breathe
even if it is some painful nonsensicial misunderstanding
Author notes
I'm not sure I udnerstand, but then again does anybody these days?
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