Where does love generate?
Is it from mixed emotions in our heart
Is it from the bit of hope we had left when we last fell apart?,
what is to love?,
When the one you love the most
Hurts you the most.
Is love life's way of telling us that we need not to be alone
What is love when I'm buying blankets for your heart,
And calling it my home
Where does it truly generate?
From the ventricles where pumping pulses pultipate
what, oh what is love?
What is love when my heart creates my emotions
But my feelings debate it.
What is love when "cheating" is prosecuting me for repelling it?
Love is nothing but a deep depressing adrenaline rush they say
That sends nerves running to the mind to confuse it.
But what exactly is our mind to believe this?
In fact, What is love?
Is love a superstition ?
Or should we just realize , the prize before our eyes
And just listen,
As we follow the instructions from the heart.
What is love when we can keep our mouths closed
And let the eyes listen
I Keep my heart open
But don't let it become imposed by ex's that I'm just missing!
What is love when I still miss my ex
What is love when I can at anytime move to the next?
What is love when one finally misses the words that one never misses.
What is love when there's temptation.
What is love when I can give up to a stranger's sweet sensation.
Love is nothing but a depressing adrenaline rush
That sends nerves running to the mind to confuse it.
To love "love" when I'm loving you is to understand this confusion,
And to my surprise I finally found Love.
Kilay
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