They say love is the key
I say yes, to misery.
I say yes, all sense of thinking.
So what is love?
Love is the bee that stings
Love is the thief that robs
It is like the rainbow
Beautiful, but never stays long
Love is the traitor that pledges allegiance
Love is a lie.
It's the false thunder that strikes in a drought
Giving false hope
And gives the pretence of rain
It is the walkway to the grave.
The next time love smiles at you
Tell her you know her already
Too well to be fooled
Too well to be deceived.
Very nice, very true...a bit negative tho
ReplyDeleteWill put that into consideration and try to write more positively . Thanks
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