lea cobain .

does love really exist?

the question of all centuries 

has came to me as dim as it is shimmery 

 

the unanswered puzzle of all minds

as this question affects all kinds

 

never for the truth to come arise

because you must stay secret if the answer is your prize

 

for some of our lottery tickets to the answer end up in the trash bin

because for most they do not win

 

it is the question for humanity 

is it just for us to keep our sanity?

 

what ever the answer to this question is

and when ever this answer arises 

i will always look for love in his eyes and watch out for fatal surprises 

 

 

Comments2

  • dusk arising

    Love is like the weather, seasonal and changeable.

  • psychofemale

    I agree with Dusk.



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