I sigh as I wonder why if anything perceived as being love should ever wither and die.
And if so then how do we know whether it's real and not just the after glow.
Because people change, feelings get rearranged leaving what was once joined at the hip broken and estranged.
That being said I think love exist not in our hearts but only in our heads and maybe we're all a little deranged.
May 4, 2025
May 4, 2025 at 5:05 PM UTC
I sigh as I wonder why if anything perceived as being love should ever wither and die.
And if so then how do we know whether it's real and not just the after glow.
Because people change, feelings get rearranged leaving what was once joined at the hip broken and estranged.
That being said I think love exist not in our hearts but only in our heads and maybe we're all a little deranged.
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