Is love what we require or what we desire?
She asked as she drew a red lipstick heart on the mirror
Then she kissed the heart right in the middle
I have no idea, quite frankly this whole life is a riddle
But does the answer matter anyway? I asked
Will the answer make you any happier than you already are?
She stared into my eyes and asked me again
Before assaulting my white shirt with her lipstick stains
Whether we require or desire, we are who we are
More questions were asked without clear answers
More drinks went down, everything after was a blur
All those ideas lost with the fall of our robes