Inside a pretentious mind,
A secret spins round.
It grows as the days pass,
It stops our infectious time.
An improper sentence…
Is all there is.
Three words.
Yet so little?
A common phrase,
Used to describe everything and anything.
But when spoken,
The weight of the world falls to your shoulders.

This state of mind we have all reminiscences in,
But it is the choices we make,
When giving such a proclamation ,
That ruins the true meaning.

"I love you."

What does that mean anyways?