People write of love
I pick up my pen and I want to
But then I get lost for words.
Sometimes, I really do try my best
But love is still this warped sensation to me.
Is love an excuse to escape reality?
Or just a fable to justify humanity
Maybe it could be a trick of great people
To play on the feeble minded ones.
It could probably be the apocalypse,
Sent to ruin lives
But not all in a day.
But I figure it’s just a demon
One that picks on victims and takes them to hell
Love is an excuse for some
To ruin the other’s life
It makes everyone want to come Into the pain of it
And then start to thrive
But just maybe I have been wrong
Maybe love is the best thing since reality?