Of love which at times makes no sense
Nonsense you might think
But love ceased to spread like ink
Since the dark ages
We’ve been living like savages
You want them when they don’t want you,
Soon as they do feelings change.
We tend to love people that hurt us
And hurt people that love us,
At times disgusting,
At times amazing,
At times it grips you, flings you to the ends of the world
At times it grips you & sucks the life out of you
At times love is just love.
At times no love found means no love lost.