Does love really exist?
Or is it just a silly word used to communicate with someone that your body wants their body. And their body wants your body.
Is love actually a feeling?
People say they're in love
But then in a few seconds of madness they roll over and fall asleep.
Letting out that satisfied sigh.
Tonight I'm thinking love is only a fragment of our imagination.
Created to make us feel less like objects.
But that's all we are.
Objects.