Love.. what is it?
The picture is everything but vivid
Blurred lines of where to step
Broken hearted humans left
Disgraced, misplaced all throughout time
Could loving one individual be such a crime?
Is expressing emotions a waste?
Words never having enough paste
to stick inside the mind like grabbing hold of a waist
expressionless faces replace loving embraces
couldn’t even fathom trading places
with someone half as bold
as to leave their heart out in the cold