true love is this
LOVETAH
There is one thing on this earth
Which controls life, death, and birth
Of which I speak, most consider being like a dove
But it's not. Its love
It burns it hurts it leaves its mark
A branded soul a broken heart
At first it glows bright deep within
An emotion that hurts, Should be a sin
This is the only emotion both black and white
Will make you placid, will make you fight
Its always with you, it never goes away
In life all you feel is pain
It consumes you and controls all
You're forever at its call
A prisoner are thee within your self
A home made prison a self made hell
So if this thing can cause so much strife
And makes us self harm with glass or knife
Then why do we come back to what makes us bleed
Is there something missing something we need
In this would there's only one thing like love
It's not like a flower and certainly not a dove
Of which I speak of others shall state
And of what I speak of is obviously hate


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Oi, it is heading the other way. Haha. 

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