Poety

A world without love. Can you picture it? Its like morning with no sun, night with no darkness. There would be no heat, no passion to be held. Yet this world so nearly exist. We live in such a world daily. We tell ourselves, fool ourselves into believing that we love each other. A cute thought however, what we share what we have is not love. It’s a loveless love.

There’s no passion, only lust. Some mistake lust for passion or more fitting many mistakes such things. We live, a loveless life. We no longer understand the word so we use it without fear of the weight it carries. In the absence of affection. We’ll take the lust, the loneliness and hunger and call it love.