What love Really Means

Do you remember the first time you layed eyes on her light brown chocolate eyes
Then you began to realise that her eyes where telling lies while they left you mesmorised
Hypntised becaused you give and you recieve, so you gave but where decieved
While her goal was to mislead and her love was out of greed

This love is what she is but her heart was never his
See she fooled him with a kiss and her sin was from her lips
Her soft, sensual, sexy, seductive skin hid what was within
It showed what could have been. We should have been
Together forever. Eternity. Our destiny was love's foolish fantasy
It defied reality and gravity didn't exsist. Did she fake her love for me?
So what is love actually?

Well, love is a useless emotion which you can learn to live without
But it's hard to give it out. This confusion causes doubt
Cause when its there it fills your soul. It makes you whole. You see your goal
And when its gone you could move on. Suicide is still an option!
Without a heart you are heartless. Careless to love's confession
She loves me, she loves me not. She loves me, she loves me not
Maybe she does but she knows not. Her name is…No…shit I forgot!
Love is you. Love is him. Love is her. Love is us
Love is good. Love is bad. Love is happy. Love is sad
Love is here, there, even there, over there, everywhere but do we care?
No? Yes? Maybe!