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Love Perspectives


Intertwined by the embrace of affection, You. You! Are the one with the key destined to unlock my heart. You are the only completion of my love. I still recall the first time your gaze manipulated my mind That first time you said I was gorgeous, but you really never looked me in the eyes. You painted a beautiful sky With nothing but lies By saying I was the only one in your life. Hmmm..love! Love is for idiots; it means nothing besides its credibility as a word. It's an illusion created by sentimental fools; a fantasy shaped by emotional girls; a mirage of stupidity; it's a game played in this world. She was naive for believing she was the only one; for I love them all. I love them all in every shape and form. Love is special. Love means nothing. You are (not) my only love! The nativity of every specie multiplied with the inception implanted by the feeling of love. The love you falsely embraced me within; Falsely kissed my lips; Falsely caressed the shape of hips. This time you said I was beautiful, but only when I was undressed. All you cared about was sex. Tonight is the night, I claim her as my property. I don’t love her, but I love that she’s easy. The first and last time I will invade her privacy; Because once I am done,” it’s on to the next” She believes all I say, without questioning any of my nonsense. She has faith in a forever; While I engrave the belief of never I am a man meant to imprint on every woman; men are dominate, obtaining the membrane of power! Love is special. Love means nothing. You are (not) my only love! When I look into his eyes, all I see is a lost soul. A male with nothing to give and nothing to offer, will never penetrate the sacred value of God’s creation. He sunk into a paradoxical hole For being the incompetent jerk that disrespected his lover Because he rather enjoy the moment than to live with a forever And he calls himself a man! He’s truly a mongrel, a beast, a nothing But I pray for him to find his path and become more than just something. Love is for idiots, For sentimental fools, For emotional girls, It’s stupid and just a game. A game where now I have become the idiotic, sentimental, and emotional imbecile! I will never be able to recover the past moments; I failed the most important trial. I captured the world, but never a single special girl. Now I recall the first time we met; the first time your loving gaze captured my thoughts; The first time you said you loved me and I blew you off. The first time you showed my heart what love really was. The first time we became a whole, without committing the filth of coitus Was the time you brought your heart close to mine And in matter of seconds our hearts danced to the rhythm of love. Your love, my love, OUR LOVE! I am girl, a young lady, a woman that deserves more than just something. I am a creation of God; I stand firm with the power of three! While you are numberless because you refuse to look beyond everything, You refuse to liberate your mind, and gain the righteousness of the free. Just like you dismissed the idea to look past everyone, because you prefer a million stones rather than one single diamond. You refused to love me. Love is special. Love is more than just word; it’s you. You are (not) my love!
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