Love

title says it all

Love is not joyful, beautiful, or lame

love is just a simple everyday thing

we all kiss and hug and lay cuddly and snug

but does it mean anything, right or wrong?

we watch movies together and eat popcorn all night

but  the day soon will come when we just fight, fight, fight

yeah we make up, but really for real

it's like freindship, we end whenever we feel

once we split up, go on to someone new, our hearts ache a terrible terrible loom

we miss and we miss until our misser hurts,

and the day's gonna come when we can't even flirt,

my heart is to you as yours is to mine,

my love for you cannot at all be defined

one of us died , i cried and cried and cried

i couldnt take it anymore so i just took mine

now i burn burn burn in hell

when you just simply fell down a well.

live is not joyful, beautiful or lame,

it comes and runs away but's gonna come again some other day.

Author's Note

keep it in mind