What is love? Love is something that makes you happy, it is something that makes you mad.

Love is something that makes you laugh so hard you fall on the floor, love is something that makes you sad.

Love is something that makes you smile, love is something that makes you glad. Love is something that makes you glee, love is something that makes you reek. Love is something that makes you grieve, love is something that makes you bad.

Love makes us do everything and anything. Contributing in suffering and warning.

“Why do people love in the morning?” They cry, but they never know until it’s time.

Love keeps us hiding, love keeps us in the dark. Love keeps us from running, love keeps us from Burning.

Love keeps us from everything and anything, but ourselves. Seeking for keeping, we forget time keeps ticking. Chasing, shouting, checking. Everything but sharing.

Wishing, hitting, dreaming. But we’ve lost the meaning. We lay there, shouting. Shouting and shouting until we lose our voice.

Until we can no longer shout. We go back to realizing the meaning, then we are retrieving.

Wrecking, staring, cheating. We’ve seem to lost the meaning yet again, “everything happens for a reason”

Spitting, kicking, ripping. You have not been chosen. Reaching for what you once knew as love, you start turning “I can go back.” You say

“I can remember” you say. But you don’t prepare yourself for the heat. Cheat, eat, repeat.

We eat what we greet. The sweet treat sounding elite until we hit delete.

Cheat, eat, repeat. It is now offbeat. What once used to repeat is now effete.

We cry and cry refusing to admit defeat, only until we deplete, do we retreat.