what love is "really" about.

We try so hard
looking for something we all know falls appart.
Always loose a friend,
often shed a tear,
it all comes to an end
and that's our biggest fear.

I bet we all have wondered once
what love is really about,
but however we keep searching for it,
we cry, we kiss, we shout.

So tell me, darling,
why are we, oh, so dumb
as to wish impossible things
and sing a lousy song?

We'd rather suffer together
than live happily alone.
I've loved so many faces
my heart's become of stone.

I've heard from voices of all kinds
what love is "really"about,
but however I keep running from it...
I cry, I'll die, I'm out.


M.Z 13/06/12