About Love :: DylanAKayanN :: Original Poetry

About Love

Love is like a disease.

You never know when it will hit.

Although it's usually just good,

It takes a lot to commit

Usually all the passion and affection comes along.

But it can be disaster if your heart is not strong.

There's probably only one guy who knows what I have been through.

He had his heart ripped out,

Spit on,

And stomped on too.

Can't really hate to love,

Can't really love to hate.

There are just so many feelings being stacked upon your plate.

Can you get it all down?

Or will you start to cough and choke?

Love is not some kind of game.

People treat it like a joke.

All these emotions overwhelm you.

You can't help it but to cry.

Next thing you know you got a knife,

And you dont know why.

But don't let little things like love go and get yourself hurt.

'Cuz the next thing that you know,

You'll be sleeping in the dirt.

And your soul will be standing over your corpse asking you why?

"How could I let me kill myself?

How could I let me die?"

Then you realize the first person you should ever love is you.

Then you should love GOD because he'll always love you too.

So don't ever let another person get you so down.

Because whatever they may throw at you always comes back around.