Is love not love?
Does age define what and who we admire?
It couldn't
It shouldn't
They wouldn't put limits on relationships!
We try to falling for these troublesome regulations.
But end up trying to love a friend in a bonded reality.
People who follow these, remain unstained.
Although, some find themselves bloody and broken.
Falling apart with a lover who's heart is stolen.
Zero tolerance towards those of a lowered time.
No hero's in the mental of a twisted mind.
What do you find?
When you decide to climb this crooked ladder.
Could it be?
Should it be?
No, it wouldn't be?
A cage, designed to deranged the judged and engaged.
Swollen Heartlessness.
Stranded and frowned upon.
From the outside looking in.
A blown kiss.
A miscreants view.
Interchangeable within a jury filled with jurisdiction of a collided hue.
We all stray from a kaleidoscopes blue.
We all follow the strand of grey that we've always known - knew.
But us - a solid creation, become roped and bound within your mindset.
Held down within your false realization of a differentiation of a terrestrial bet.
And so I come to this -
Age is not a product of age.
In this centric of rotting bliss.
