Love?

you say you know love,

but you are just reflecting words you hear.

no iron in your veins

could give you any sense of pain or fear

it's just another lie,

it's just another calculation

and when the power's out,

we're just another old sensation.

this blood keeps me alive,

but what is it that runs through you?

electricity and wires, 

dictating everything you do.

you tell me that you hear me,

and all your memories are real.

but how do i know

you don't just feel what you've been told to feel? 

-rules by jayme dee

there's a fine line between love and the idea of love.