Fague Love

Love wasn't a "thing" I looked for in you
It was a dream
That echoed innocence
And shackled freedom

It was a house
As a family
A song
In horrible melody

It was blinkered to
You
Nothing more
Nothing new

Love, isn't a seeking virtue
While I was innocent
It was abused

But it was love
That died.
And revived as rage
Beautifully betrayed

It is a code
I once deciphered
Now meaningless
Words of a liar

Love isn't a thing I know is true
Just a memory I vaguely knew

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