What is love?
It’s nothing more than a foreign myth to me.
It’s a sugar that my lips have never tasted;
A high my heart has never felt.
How am I to know what makes a heartbeat?
The time fly?
The world go round?
I don’t even know the way it feels to be loved by someone.
The only love I know is that of a child’s toy.
A child who grew too old for that toy,
And then tossed it into a corner to be forgotten.
Is that what love is?
I feel like it should be so much more.
But how am I to know?
I am nothing but a bystander
Watching a world of love go on around me.
I wish to-
I want to participate,
But how can I?
I may not know love,
But I know it’s something I can’t do myself: