Love, so confused is this little word.
Some say it’s a beautiful world on its own.
Some say it’s the world where ‘god’ resides.

Love, so confused is this little word.
Some mean it when they say ‘I love you.’
Some use it to gain something in return.
Some just say it because they want to explore the idea of love.

Love, so fucked up is this little word.

If Love was a person,
Would it get lonely sometimes or perhaps most of the times?
Would it feel thrown away?
Would it feel defeated everywhere it gets used?
Is it tired of all of it?
Does it sigh when it comes across genuineness?

Love…,
not even I or you could ever know the depth this little word holds.

-M.K.S