Love.

Love. 

It does not forewarn 

It does not plan ahead

You think you’re in control

But you’re a victim instead

Love.

It creeps up on you

When you least expect 

You think you have a choice

Except your heart is a wreck

Love.

You can’t tie it up

You cannot pin it down

It will strangle you breathless

And wait till you drown

Love. 

It is a disease

It will alter your view

It is messy and cruel 

And I hate that I love you

Reviews

[Jamestown]

Great piece of work! It sucks how something so beautiful as love can bring so
much strife. Thanks for sharing and b-blessed!