Love.
Is indeed a killer.
And if your lucky.
It's an upsetting rollercoaster thriller.
I hate love.
The stupid four letter word.
Define love for me.
The meaning is hurt.
Also depression.
Never getting anywhere when trying.
Only following regression.
Might as well, kill me.
At this very moment,
Cause love might do it faster.
And more painfully, if I would've known it.
This isn't bad luck.
Or an evil spell.
Love isn't from angels.
It's brought straight from hell.
So yeah, I hate love, It's never worked for me.
Only giving me bad times.
Love just let me be!
This poem says it clearly, even if it sounds angry. Maybe you can look at some of my poems and look at another side. Thanks for the writing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this describes me a lot very deep. i gave u a ten