Lust left unbridled often leads to drama and consequences
Consequences often lead to innocent victims and death
Because what’s done in the dark
Has a way of crawling towards the light
And you know what they say, friends make the best lovers
except when they belong to another
And if the saying is really true
then why do we often ignore what we need
In search of the superficial things that we want
Sometimes you discover, what we call love isn't really love at all
It's more or less a convenient cover, laid over hidden intentions
It's lust and chemistry, dressed up like love
Love builds you up and is self-less
Love challenges you to be your best self
Anything else is just smoke and mirrors
Anything else is just the mirage of love.
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