Love at Stake

Love at Stake short poem

To love
Or to be loved
That’s the question.

Not that it was always like this before.
It used to be much easier
To love and to be loved with the beat
When we used to believe in us.

Yet time made us hard as nails
And we became so cynical on emotions
That now a days
We barely understand one other.

We simply don’t know anymore
What makes us content.
We don’t know
What makes us so insecure.
Is it arrogance?
Or absence of expressions?
Or is it lack of devotions?

Either way out
It’s us walking on the edge
And it’s our bond that’s always at stake.

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I've hated words n I've loved them. It was words that made me feel, Perhaps I was not completely alone. They could be honest with me, n I with them.
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