One of those days when I looked back at my past
See things I’ve done, people I’ve loved and still love
Have you ever stopped loving someone?
Perhaps you were brokenhearted, over and over
It hurts so bad you never really love again
Or maybe you happen to forget how to love
Or what it means to really love someone. Again.
I wonder if love is enough, like it was for teenagers
There are times when perception of love was distorted
By lust, reality, disappointments
Be it in the name of love, or something else
Love is one thing. Life is another.
They should exist harmoniously
Completing each other, not burdening one another
Only then, love would suffice your life.
In the end, life (and love) is not black and white.
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