Misconceptual Love
Isn't it ironic?
We're taken for granted, by those that we love,
Yet we take for granted, those that love us,
Its like a never ending cycle chasing this love,
But when you have it, it just never seems to be enough,
Generation upon generation born with a misconception,
Born with an unsatisfied heart seeking love and affection,
But many people fail because they only search for perfection,
When they themselves, are filled with many imperfections,
I was told, to treat those the way that I'd want to be treated,
That loyalty and unconditional love is what this world needed,
But how can this coexist in a world filled with broken hearts?
Hearts left cold and empty, completely torn apart,
When will we start to look past a persons defections?
When will we appreciate a beautiful heart and mind, intellection?
When will we treat one another like Kings and Queens, instead of like pawns...
I guess its true what they say, you never appreciate what you have, until it's gone...
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