Monster's love

One once looked me in the eye

and said, 
tell me what love is!

I don't know much about it either

I answered 

And the one who finally figure it out

probably don't mind what it actually is
 I suppose... 
 it is an acceptance that none can tell but perform

and perhaps...

it is a language that every creature in all ages and century can understand

is it not a word to warm the cold in between every break?

So then you sick of telling about it?

or thinking about it?

have you been trying so hard for it?

or act like you know everything about it?

for deep down we all lack of it.

we all have our stories in the past

drama, comedy, tragedy, maybe fairy tale

well,

I never ready for anything in my life

who can tell that a bird is ready to fly

than her own heart 
when she look at the sunset horizon

and take some baby steps towards the sky?

So darling, you tell me

we are vulnerable monsters

we hurt each other unintentionally

who the hell knows what's in your heart and mine

when a glass of raw love drawn us into river of tears?

it's fair enough to love yourself and raise your wings once again.

I don't know much about future

but I know love will find it's way back to you.

xoxo

miss piggy