My mom dosen't believe in love.
I think she stopped after my dad painted her skin with the harsh colors
of blue and purple one too many times.
Or maybe it was after the nights he came home smelling of
cheap perfume she'd never wear.
My mom dosen't beileve in love.
As soon I could understand the concept she drilled into my head
that there was no such thing.
She thought it was a waste of time
sneered at those who tried to say.....it was one of the things worth living for.
Unnecessary, dangerous was how she desribed it.
The concept defaintly was drilled into my head....
till the time I reach 20 years old... and her concept started to...dissipate.
Because the moment me and this soul made eye contact
I started to realize that it may be easy to fool the eye but it's hard to fool the heart
My mom dosen't beileve in love
But I do.