Love...

Love is
Like a gun with a bullet,
Like going to war
It's deadly
Prepare to be shot,
mutilated,
dragged,
killed...

You know how it's like that?
That it's all worth it?
Because one day
You'll wake up
and the war is over.
And you realize
It's just a metaphor..
Just a metaphor...

You may have loved
But since war ended
It must be
And will always remain
Just a metaphor.
Because Love
In its finest
In its grand
is war
till the end
of time...

So love is
Like a gun with a bullet
Like war
that is worth fighting for
till the end
of time...

So love is
choosing the battle
that is worth living
worth fighting
worth none of this life time
and not even your own God damn life...

You may have lived once
You may have gone to different war
and shot more bullets
But there is only one
Only one that will make you satisfy.
To live in hell and heaven at the same time.
Because love is
Like a gun with a bullet
Like war
till the end
of time...