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Poem:
Love must be treated as if it were a gentle dove.
It sickens me about how people mistreat love and have it stricken.
When will we learn to not jump into love or else you earn a slump for love.
I have had this, we have a weakened friendship, my wish is to regrow and renew it all.
When will this pain, angst and betrayal towards love end, we constantly bend and break it.
It works like a snake looking for its prey, it will never stay happy, person will.
no love is perfect. Some people are nieve sometimes. but these people make the person they love happy. So sappy.
Love is one of the worlds greatest pains, and also its greatest comfort.
Love is like a loop pole with emotions. the soul thanks and greaves over it.
I may be haveing have a rough patch at the moment, but am i known to help others with my advice so i should be able to help myself.
I feel like im in a vice with love, i roll the dice with hope. I feel somewhat sad and happy at the moment. im intrigued. confused