Love,
Love is something I believe is imaginary
Its like the wind you hardly realized that it passed by you.
I mean its hard to find,
Mr.Perfect.
They say you cant live without love,
Then how am I surviving?.
Mr.Perfect wont be on a white horse,
He probably wont even know how to ride it.
Mr. perfect and you will never have the perfect moment ,
In which the world will stop and stand still.
Mr.Perfect wont dream about you,
Day and night,
Plus if you want prove,
You can see he is in a bar fight.
Love will come after,
Million years,
When I will be rotting in my grave.
Love wont exist when I need it.
Love wont know my name.
LOVE ISNT THERE,
WHEN I NEEDED IT THE MOST.
Love was just a myth.
It was a fairy tale.
It was just a dream.