The Love Song
What's love, you ask?
It's a racing heart and
a flood of endorphins every time
you hear the cell phone ring.
Without love, you're a withering seedling,
destined to die.
Without love, you're a washed-up actor
with no money to pay your rent.
Without love, the pigeons will
shit on you as you sleep in the park.
Without love, the universe is just
a bunch of particles smashing into each other.
Love is not lust:
lust is selfish and fleeting;
it's every man for himself.
Love is not sex:
sex can be used as an instrument of power;
it's all about opinions and ratings.
Love is not security:
it's a trap,
and the more you want it,
the more you're stuck.
Love is not a dream:
dreams are for the young,
and love is for the old.
Love is not a promise:
promises are for fools
who think they can predict their future.
Love is not an illusion:
illusions are what we see
when we don't know what's really going on.
Love is not power:
power is something you use to make someone
do what you want them to do;
it's control
without intimacy.
Love is not family:
family members are people you share blood with;
love requires choice.
What's love?
It's a racing heart and
a flood of endorphins
every time you hear the
cell phone ring.
AKSHR
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