What is love?
But something that makes us feel stronger.
What is this feeling,
That makes us last longer.
If we had not used this word, would we be where we are now?
If i love you, and you love me... does it not make this eternity?
If one word could save a life,
Why did it have to be one as simplistic as this?
A word said so many times that it has lost all meaning.
A feeling that in tern becomes fake itself.
If it were not called love, would it still be the same?
As if we called it by something other than that of which
Reminds us of the past and future.
What if by chance, it were not love we felt but the pure p*******
We get from ones company?
Would it still hold such divinity?
Ofcourse not, because "Love" is only a word.
Something we use to describe what our heart cannot.
And something that kills us from the inside out.