Are we wronged to love?
Or is love just another word in our helpless vocabulary?
Does it really mean anything,
or just a way for us to pretend we feel?
Are emotions really showed when those three words,
fly from our lips and slide from the tongue?
Is love really beautiful
or is it just a secret form of lying to ourselves?
Please be critical! I like it when you tell me EXACTLY what you think
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