Humans are capable of the biggest hypocritical ideas.
They don't do it on purpose
Yet we do it.
Some love others more than they love themselves.
Well, I believed I also did
Yet it is not quiet so.
Think well about it, I love until I bleed and even more after that!
Well, I believe in love more than most do
Yet, should I quit my dreams for it, should you?
Would I blow my brains out, would you?
Is this even a question you're allowed to make?
I believe, I've learn, I've seen
And love is learning to love another by learning to love yourself,
Love is synching your dreams with others' dreams,
Love is bending and straining to reach out to the other,
to share the pain
to lick the bruises
to laugh whole in harmony because you found IT
to be insane but never feel suicidal.
To love is to burn together
Not to blow apart for one another.
Jul 14, 2017
Jul 14, 2017 at 6:08 PM UTC
Humans are capable of the biggest hypocritical ideas.
They don't do it on purpose
Yet we do it.
Some love others more than they love themselves.
Well, I believed I also did
Yet it is not quiet so.
Think well about it, I love until I bleed and even more after that!
Well, I believe in love more than most do
Yet, should I quit my dreams for it, should you?
Would I blow my brains out, would you?
Is this even a question you're allowed to make?
I believe, I've learn, I've seen
And love is learning to love another by learning to love yourself,
Love is synching your dreams with others' dreams,
Love is bending and straining to reach out to the other,
to share the pain
to lick the bruises
to laugh whole in harmony because you found IT
to be insane but never feel suicidal.
To love is to burn together
Not to blow apart for one another.
july 14, 2017
0:54 a.m.
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