Love what is love?
Some secret from above?
A beautiful dove?
No…
No, love is a wilting flower,
People without any power,
An apple that has gone sour.
Yes…
Love is there one day, and gone the next,
It is like an evil hex.
The world ends, your heart dies,
There are millions of darkened skies.
You hear the cries of pain,
And then sudden silence.
That is love,
Love sucks…cry… |