Highs and Lows
Are we addicted to this thing called love?
A natural high that nothing else is above.
A priority that some pretend does not exist within,
To them they might as well make loving a sin,
Amazing how life could knock you down
Causing walls to build around the heart,
Never knowing how to pick up the pieces
Never knowing where to start.
I feel loves pain through experiences of mine
And others too,
Yet I feel so high when its good just as
Others' do
It's safe to say love is a part of our natural
Existence,
Yet We tend through wisdom to put up
A resistance.
"The heart is not too smart" as the old song goes,
A broken heart is deadly,
Those who feel it knows.
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