You

It is but four letters

Stolen from our lips

Ripped from our mouths

Told by our heart

An emotion so deep

Very few comprehend

To live a billion years alone

Is to die without the knowledge

The wisest dont tell

The youngest dont know

Is this real

Or a sick excuse to make life worth while

It covers us in blood

Drowns us in smoke

Suffocates our feelings

Murders us with addictions.

If one thing is true

Love is worth the pain i feel for you.