all along these years wondered i
why did all those people and poets die
writing about something that seizes to exist
a feeling so unnatural that makes humans twist
from the inside out, filling each one with doubts
-what is love? why do we fall in love?
neither the mystery of the cosmos nor the heaven above
has made us as curious as this emotion as such
everyone has been infected with a simple touch
oh lord, do we even need it so much?
all this does is make us weak
rob us of our ability to sleep and speak
grown men cry and beautiful women are brought to their knees
is it even worth all the fiasco, can anyone tell me pretty please?
caring about someone to a point of self-destruction
or smiling through unrequited feeling for someone else's satisfaction
how is all this fair, think to myself i
to be with him, is it ohkay to even lie?
maybe the world would be a better place without men and women wanting to explore
this feeling of damnation that shakes them to their very core
how do you unlove somebody? how do you get a grip of your own heart?
that knows no logic when it comes to that person upon seeing whom it kick starts
but it's a ***** that makes you a fool
i wish i was taught about it more at school
maybe then i would have saved myself of this confusion and madness
because real love is served with an illusion of joy with lots of sadness