You said that you loved him,
i asked you for the meaning of love.
Yesterday i walked past him and his friends,
Your name was mentioned, so i slow walked instead.
I heard your name, the one to which he replies, i love you too.
But my dear, would your love speak of you, his love,
in such a vile manner, bitter to the taste.
Love, he talked about you and your best friend,
Love, he talked, not in the most loving way,
He talked, about you with his friends, his side dish on his arms,
Love, she talked about you losing it on your bed,
I dont know what 'it' is, but i hope its not your self respect.
Love, you're blind to the words left unsaid,
But someday you'll see that;
Love, is not said, it is shown
Love, is not like a river, you're not a stone,
What i mean is you cant fall into love, it has to be experienced together with each other.

So your eyes are open now,
You should see, that what you say is love,
Is not what it is supposed to be.

~romii.