Love or not.
What is love?
A non-recognition, unbiased and unappreciated.
How can one love another, unconditionally?
Sometimes, I don't get it..
Sometimes.. I think I get it.
When my mom behaves in such annoying manner, I don't know myself at that moment.
Hot-tempered, screamer, no filial piety.
How is it to love another despite all their pretence?
I don't know if I could be a lover like my dad.
I hope I could. or at least found a man that would love no matter what...
I'm sappy like that.
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