The Terror Of Love Poem by Eric Escobar

If only it were as pure as water
Too bad love can easily be tainted
Feelings like receiving your first daughter
Love is bad I'd rather stay acquainted
It's a shame nobody can see it coming
Tears on the pillow like it was painted
It's too late for love to be untainted
Your heart is hurt and left loud like drumming
Your mind is gone and constant numbing
No movie love like you're always seeing
Or the love songs you are always humming
Because in life there is no guaranteeing
Just when you think your life might be so great
Love will leave you hurt without a soulmate