Who are we to speak of love?
When we are not ready to rise above
Of the hatred and selfishness inside of us
No wonder our lives are a muss.
It's supposed to be selfless and caring
And not selfish and deceiving.
It's misinterpreted everyday
Its true meaning has been washed away.
This feeling we cannot comprehend.
It's so deep, it has no end.
But we do put full stops to it
Diminishing its value in a second split.
We need to learn what is love again
Define it; understand it; embrace it: for men.
We need to let go of our bitterness
Nothing more, nothing less.
Who are we to speak of love, indeed.
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A BOOK OF POEMS
PoetryPoems portraying the various phases of a relationship and more. Read on!
