What's Love - Poem by Daniel Motte
Love. What is it? Why do we believe in it.
Makes us feel our best and yet drag us to our worst
Found it but lost it couldn't keep my head
In the game its always the same.
The thought of it only drives you insane.
Unable to keep up with every day
The human emotion which will always stay
And take part of ur life. Forced to
Rethink your mind each time
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