Love is utopia.
It is the pain
Of knowing it will never be.
Love is the fear of lost,
Love is a losing game
It is a stain on the brain,
A scar in your memory
That will never heal.
Love is the prison you choose
When you have nothing to lose.
It is the possibility of the impossible,
The hope of freedom
That will never come.
Love is believing
Even knowing you can never win.
- How dare you?
Love is letting go,
It is the sadness and the sorrow.
Love is the bittersweet taste of life
In yet another empty glass...
Love is impossible.
Love is difficult.
Love is free.
Love is you.
Cheers!
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