a new coat

What is love. A perfect glove, Or a dirty rug.... Like a dead bug. Sitting high, With pretty white doves. What is love. Another good hug, Or a broken mug. Layed up in a sink, Drowing in greed, And another bad seed. That constantly grows Always on the go, Chasing after a love, That may never come true, Stuck like glue, And skin turning blue, What is love, A new pair of shoes, To walk the pain away, And stay brave 🤤🫠❤️‍🩹🙏🏼💪🏽👣