What kind of love is this? The kind that will explore the map to my body but never navigate the depth of who I truly am. The kind thatβs willing to buy me all the fancy dresses but refuses to address me with respect.
How is it love? It only dances under the bright color of the blue skies but never stays to help me find the beauty in the grey ones.
When is it love? It only stays loyal in my presence but when out of sight, allegiance lies with the many beauties.
Why is it love? It only loves to see a smile on my face, but will never notice the tears hidden behind it.