VE·RI·TAS -noun Latin.
truth.

Breukelen Girl.

SPIT yO Game.

TALK yO Shit.

MIND OF HER OWN.





Monday, February 22, 2010

LoveFLU.

I don’t believe in love
But I believe in society’s obsession
A cycle of Compulsion and rejection
Love it’s kind of like santa clause
No one believes it but what fun is it not to play along with myth
Like Christmas, it’s not our birthdays but we are still willing to accept a gift
It’s kind of like faith
I don’t see it
And I can’t touch it
But there is comfort in its pretense
Love is an entity
And it is all around
But if so why do I always keep one foot on the ground
I believe in euphoric highs brought on by a touch
By a look, by a scent, by a rush
Triggered by unnecessary promise, sweet words & temporary devotion
See I could be thinking of anything else in the world Love
And how I would be willing to embrace your true form despite the wrapping of the gift
It’s you I would sacrifice my heart for
But then again it is you I dismiss
I despise you love
Don’t know why you misguide me love
I can’t see why you and my pride can never get along
Can’t see why the feelings of mistrust are so strong
It is because they have run your name in the dirt
Claiming to be you
And counterfeiting your beauty
They claim that they want me but don’t care when they lose me
So why love?
Why can’t you strip away my pride love?
Why when I encounter your bootleggers do I not call their bluff
It’s because life is rough and the more I know the colder it gets
Each realization leading to a drop in temperature
Condemned in isolation because you keep avoiding me
Why love, cant you take the time to notice me
Why won’t you help me see
Love.
Why love wont you come to me
Even just a grain of you could help alleviate the pain brought by you
Lighting up souls like glistening waters under a moon
Why won’t you love me love, if not now then soon

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