love is more than lust, and apond lust comes loss. loss of the loved ones you work so hard to find. the ones who well never stop loveing you, the love they work so hard to find within their haerts. the hearts that well never stop braking.their hearts brake every time they think of you. the throughts well never deseise, becuse they are in denil. a denil so strong, it would adventuraly brake them. brake them as you did to their hearts, becuase your lies were so trusts worthy. a trust you promist with passion and a future. a passion only misunderstood with sex and and futher lies. sex that was so revealing for the ones once loved. it revealed walls and fears, for which you took advantage. an advantage that got you your pleasiure. a pleasiure filled with pain and lies. not from the one you lay next to, with your chest heaving with satisfaction.....but of your own! a pain of lies and in your own denail. a denial to everything your life is worth. a life of nothing but confusion. a blur of self discust and disapointments.

to love or to lust, should that really be a question asked with in our hearts.i hate the way socity has evolved all of us into hony sex feans, welling to give up everything that really matters. the question should really be, is theree such a thing of love anymore, or do we just live in a world of lies and diseat, brought apond by lust and sex and anything else corupting of lives and hearts??????