Love is artificial weapon, Artfice that stands erected, Adept in words, and is extremely affective- But is control not love, but, yet control is the perception. But what is love without the wants and needs of perfection? What would Love mean What the definition scribe? What would this heresy hide? An oblivious awareness of sentiment? Whomever thought love could simply mean this? What is love without this infection? Do we need love to cure our imperfections? Simply our inaccuracies Desperately seeking a approval from those we need- I see, I see! Love is a ego-boost Born, Raised, and Conceived From each child, that needs to please.
Love to me is a definition of hierarchy- One demands with falsified intentions One they never seem to mention- I get, I get! Love is unbelievable expectations A heartless sensation Is that its definition? What am I missing? Once it was an affliction, So why now it's an addiction? Now that I no its unfavorable infliction. By Nailah D'arcy