what's there to gain
in a love full of pain?
why choose to stay
when there's nothing left to say?
why does you heart long for love
when there's no sign of it coming from above?
why do we keep up the chase
when it's only us against time in this race?
why do we choose to live this way
if it's not always a price we must pay?
pursuing pain isn't necessary
but we do it to earn a medal that we carry.
why do we choose to live this way
pondering life's questions,
we tend to do so through chapters and sections.
the subjects change as time goes on
but it's always the same, nothing is decided upon.
i don't fully understand why i wrote this, but it made me think about what people do and why we do what we do. this is about all types of love: romantic and platonic. i thought of the first line and kinda let it flow from there, enjoy.