[Photo Source: Some people are built for love Some are still searching Some have a hard time letting love in.
When do we find love? When we met someone, Or when we let someone go.
Most wrapped themselves in fairytales Cold, warm and empty Some let themselves go. We are princes and princesses Covered by cold winds.
Life is an empty bottle And we are the liquid poison. Destiny is the unfairness of everything Faith, an illusion of our minds.
Most are handed everything Even love. Some are squeezed to death Life and love I think they are the same thing.
Is love stronger when you are involved Or when you let go? Are you the one or maybe!