The love, as a rule, is portrayed, like a sweet honey drop,
It is said it will save the world and will give life meaning.
Probably it is so, but when you are unable to put a stop,
The glorified love becomes the most treacherous feeling.
It is our fault. We shouldn’t have tried to swallow something gigantic,
We chocked and ran. The truth is, our glorious love was pitifully frantic.
“The glorified love becomes the most treacherous feeling.”
Damn! That hit me hard! Hahaha!
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