This feeling
Spectacular being called love,
are you my destiny or my adversary
I have come to learn that you are a fiend,
for you take hearts and advertise them to forever be apart.
I once thought that you were among the stars, almost impossible to obtain,
and when I finally reached you it’s as if I knew that it was already too late.
Days, weeks, months and years were spent thinking you were a friend,
but all it ended in were tears,
because you were nothing but pretense.
At first, I thought I had butterflies, yet all you were was a sweet and terrible
lullaby.
You were once so terrifying, but that feeling was indominable,
now I can see that you are truly abominable.
So, answer me, being called love,
are you still my destiny or are you my adversary,
do you choose to appeal or will you atone.
This feeling does nothing but reel me in when I was supposed to be levitated.
Goodbye devious trickster, the time of idiocy has been lost,
now I will never fall for your picture again.
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