Love is...
Love is a game
just meant to be played.
Love is a phrase
just overly clichéd.
It's dominated by cheaters,
players, and rule-breakers.
Where three words often said
are lies spoken by fakers.
Love is an emotion
and hormones are the cause.
Love is perfection
that brings out your flaws.
Young ones are swayed
into believing that it's real.
Soon concious of mistakes,
next fear is what you feel.
Love is a wish
desired by so many loners.
Love is a sight
shown off by its owners.
It's a sad pathetic world
when love is only wanted,
for the sake of having it,
and for it to be flaunted.
Love is a drug,
addictive and strong.
Love is a toy.
and you're strung along.
The endings are painful,
yet again you will start,
to end with more lies and tears,
and another cruelly broken heart.
Love is a reason
to be treated like dirt.
Love is an excuse,
an excuse to get hurt.
Labels: Love Poems
L.O.V.E.
by Ms. Confuse at 1:28 AM |
Lovable to those who love her.
