Traitor Being Us
When it comes to love
Do we all know what is love in the first place?
We would say anything to prove our worth
Just so of love we thought so to chase…
And when it comes to sex
Do we know what is sex to uncover its mystery?
How often do we misuse love for that way to relax
Just so of sex to grow up from reality…
Men in their days craving for
Women in their ways to await so
Whether sex or love, after or before
Our minds belong the traitor we willingly enfold
There just isn’t a one good form in doing
Even the most blissful of marriage has its flaw
Is there honestly a perfect bond to be revising?
Or must we always admit to be humans afterall
I guess we never will know what to do
And there never will be a future to learn from
Humans to humanity is everyone to someone a fool
And the irony perhaps, is of this world we share to belong
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