How easily people can fall in and out of love
Putting bruising on the word true love.
The way the word is thrown around so quickly,
Making the word seem to empty.
Creating another word of it's originality
Would still be used with such displacenty
Creating a bruised word, so easily clung to,
And emotional support for those who do not know.
The method of love will never be discoved
It's the emotions between one love and another
The strongest emotions they have ever felt
The bitter sweet, that never goes sour.
The ending always seems so far,
Yet never wanting to bring any closer.
The word love is thrown around so easily,
What does the work love, mean to you and me?
Is this love? What me and you have created together?
Is what we have the strongest bond between each other?
Is what we have something that can be easily reproduced?
Can this emotion be found, or replicated between someone else?
Is what we have the meaning of true love?
True love to me, is when there is always a doubt, but never a reason.
True love to me does not come and go like every other season.
