What Is Love
I ask myself what love is, never
seem to find an answer
Was plato right to say that love is a
disease like cancer
Is love a myth, an emotion we make
ourselves feel to fill a void
Or is it stored in us and we choose
on who we deploy
Perhaps I am just a cynic and
pessimistic
Thou could it be that I am simply
realistic
Consequently my opinions dont
mirror that of my peers
Even thou we're not differed by
years
I dont amplify everything that i hear
Nor can I imagine ever sheding a
tear
At least not for now, but my future
still unfolds
And I admit my way of thinking has
froze me cold
Regardless of that, I refuse to play a
role
In letting the words I love you
become a cliché
Not everyone means what they say
For that is what i believe
So in conversation I retrieve what I
conceive because I am not naive
Not enough to believe that most
people listen to reason
At the end of the day, who in your
life is truly worth pleasing?
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