Cowards

Is there a place for fools in love?

That one spot where we love without hurt.

Is there a place where love is pure, true?

Is there love,

for which we would leave everything behind?

Just to go in pursuit of.

Is there a place for me?

What people cherish today is not love,

it is fear of love, of belonging,

of the fight for what the heart wants.

Some feel comfortable in their cages of vague happiness,

calculated risks, pros and cons.

It has become math, measurements, compatibility,

Have we forgot to love,

Or are we just cowards,

hiding behind empty promises,

And words we say without meaning to say them…

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