do you know?
what it is,
whats love
to you?
to me,
whats it to me,
well...
words.
its a lie
to make you feel,
happy,
okay.
makes your heart,
skip a beat
and your eyes
see nothin but what you wanna see.
its a excuse
to twist you
round their little finger,
cus when your in love,
you do anything for that person
right?
but hey,
don't trust me.
what do i know?
cus no one knows
what love really is.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem