Does love come in many different bitterness
that slowly destroy those who believe in it?
When love is spelled in different ways?
where you can't seem to read them
why do people always think of pain and love?
why do people always wonder if love is true and real?
do my question always come to everyone dear minds?
or it's just something I'm to lonely to understand
this cold feeling
this bleeding arm
this red colored shirt
can you tell me
if this is love?
