I was in love once. Then I found out the true meaning.
Love is meant to be real, heartfelt, soulful. Instead what I felt was hurt or betrayal.
The beginning was blissful, holding hands and smiling brightly. Yet in the end, love showed its true colors
He still tugs at my heartstrings, playing with me like a child with his toy, but I have moved on, became heartless
Can you tell me the true meaning of love? Is there really even a definition, or just a simple understanding?
The clouds rolling in express my feelings towards this thing called “Love”
The dismal, dark, sometimes idiotic word, never to be understood by even the brightest