What is love?
Oh, for me, it's a reflection.
Yes, a reflection of oneself.
It's a mirror that shows you the truth,
The meaning of real life.
It's a struggle filled with the puzzles of a loving heart.
Here, emotions burn, leaving ashes behind.
An undying feeling, letting a soul wither.
The mind, an empty void is haunted by thousands of thoughts,
Ruining it with each passing second.
The feeling flows through each vein,
Like the sweetest nectar.
But once the same mirror breaks,
It becomes hard to breathe amid millions of shattered pieces.
The heart forms scars that the soul fails to heal.
Here, the yearning comes to an end—
By a beautiful thing called love, which is a pure bliss, yet a complete misery.
Mar 30, 2025
Mar 30, 2025 at 9:06 PM UTC
What is love?
Oh, for me, it's a reflection.
Yes, a reflection of oneself.
It's a mirror that shows you the truth,
The meaning of real life.
It's a struggle filled with the puzzles of a loving heart.
Here, emotions burn, leaving ashes behind.
An undying feeling, letting a soul wither.
The mind, an empty void is haunted by thousands of thoughts,
Ruining it with each passing second.
The feeling flows through each vein,
Like the sweetest nectar.
But once the same mirror breaks,
It becomes hard to breathe amid millions of shattered pieces.
The heart forms scars that the soul fails to heal.
Here, the yearning comes to an end—
By a beautiful thing called love, which is a pure bliss, yet a complete misery.
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