The world is supposed to run on love.
Just count the number of books that are written about love.
Romantic love.
But then you’d be counting for the rest of your life.
Walk into a music store, and stare at the various tracks suspended on the walls.
How many aren’t about a broken heart
Or a newly found one
Or one that’s burning with passion
Or freezing with cold
And in the end, it’s still about love.
The greatest myths, the oldest, are ultimately tied with love.
This god fell in love with that, bringing disaster upon the world
Bringing winter upon the earth in Greece
And make the sparrows of the world build a bridge
Every New Year
With their own bodies
For love.
For a love they probably don’t even understand
And you know your best friend over there?
The one that'd always around in the dead of night
Sorry to tell you that no,
She doesn't really think you're that interesting
And she doesn't talk to you
Because she just likes listening to your problems
She think's she's in love
No, she doesn't know why
Next time, when you talk to her
Keep this in mind,
That one day, the day she does pluck up the courage
To confess like they do in the movies
At what she thinks is the perfect time
You'll first be shocked, then confused, then
You wouldn't really know what to say
Because you're raised to think that love is a good thing
When it really just gets in the way
You might as well say goodbye to her first now
Save yourself the tears
Poets verse about love,
Their despair inspiring the tears of others
And critics rate it as ‘tragic beauty’
Pass them on to the younger generation
Brainwashing them into appreciating
The pain these poets enjoyed
Who doesn’t know about Romeo and Juliet?
How many less would know
If they had a happily ever after
Or just ended up getting
A divorce.
Some people say it's the best feeling in the world
Their friends would nod their heads and agree
Thinking of the time that they thought that way
Before love stripped them of their naivety
Who's to blame?
The countless hollywood movies
Where the guy always ends up with the right girl
Or else heroically dies trying
Sorry to burst your bubble,
But life is almost always a disappointment in that region
More than likely you'll end up on a friends couch
Sobbing out your heart out till next season
Even now, my library on Itunes
Is singing about how love brought him to life?
Sorry mate, didn’t want break it to you
But it wasn’t really love
Your mother drank too much
And your father was a little tipsy that night
The rest was history
I’d rather not repeat.
With us as we are
This is the only world we know
We cry over it, we laugh over it
Ultimately, we’ll just get sick of it
Some just skip to the sick stage
Much faster than anyone else
And I happen to be in that category
As you, my dear readers,
Would’ve probably guessed.
Good night. Good luck
And I will not say I love you all
But here is a bit more food for thought.
Isn’t hate just much of a more
Exciting emotion?
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