Love
What is love? A feeling? An emotion? An act of? A word?
It was always something that I've heard
But the more I hear it, it sounds absurd
Living in a world of inhumane
Sometimes I think that I'm insane
Nobody wants to take accountability nor the blame
But constantly out looking for fame
And for what, to show the world of what you lack
Insecure, inconsiderate, insensitive, anymore "in-"s you'll be out of whack
But what is love? Something that we all are trying to search for, but what people fail to realize, love is within
Not with-out which will leave you without in the end
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