Love

What a beautiful concept
I have no idea what it really means
For I have never been able to feel “True Love”
I have felt more of a love from people I barely know
Than those who supposed brought me into this world
I might be thought traitorous for those thoughts
But they are mine to bear
And with each thought I move along
With the wind blowing in my despair
Movements, motions and rambling on
In words I do declare
I know not of this thing called love
And I don’t really care.