Love is impure

Love was made impure,

Had become truly blind,

Love made you unsure,

Forced your memories to rewind.


Love had broke you down,

Made you go against your will,

Love tore your hearts gown,

Became a sour pill.


Love is not love,

Wants you not to wake up,

Love (truth) is hidden love,

All else is egos’ make up.

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