In our lifetime we all want "love",
What lies.
Love isn't a gateway to happiness,
It is just an entrance for unbearable pains.
Some people want "true love",
True love is only lying hate.
I want to know the secret to love,
Is it pain or actual feelings?
It may be unknown,
But life is lived shortly.
In that time we guess,
In high hopes that it is a feeling.
Then we end up dead,
But we die regardless of what we believe.
So I need to know,
Why do I feel this?
It's not that i don't want to believe.
It's that I do believe.
You and me,
Is that the secret to "love"?
Maybe, but I can't help it,
This can't be it, can it?
If it is I'm glad I'm with you,
To spend my short life with you.
How can we love?
I don't know but, then who does?


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