Humans in love are terrible.
You see them come hungering at one another
Like prehistoric wolves,
You see something struggling for life
In between them like a root or a soul
And it flares for a moment,
It even becomes real then they smash it.
They break it in the most terrible way
That it becomes impossible to mend it
And the most funny thing about them is that
Something meaningless is what breaks them apart
They spend days fighting each other
Tanishing each other like kids
And exposing every under-lying secret
That one found peace and comfort in sharing
They then spend their lives, most part of it
Trying to forget that one person
While looking for them in other people
And hurting other innocent souls
That are looking for love and peace
I guess in the wrong place