Love hates the thought of being loved
But rejoices in the hate shoved
Upon the faces of those with nothing to ebrace
We constantly race
In life to find someone who can fufill us as a whole
But we often forget we must first embrace ourselves in this blackhole
Of feelings that we often throw away to visit upon another day
We recycle the tears but often trash the happiness so we can say
We are all alone but are we really because I know out of all the infinite things in this world
Something loves us
The only question is are we too blind or deaf of all our senses to feel and embrace it
In definition we are because we are human
In statement this is loves room when
The lights of the world dim low
We poll off are skin and the flames of love begin to show
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