Late night talks,
sweet words exchanged,
love visible in your eyes,
my feelings for you held out in the open...
' What was the fuss about? '
I think of that question, then previous memories
come to mind, like a slide show.
Physical, emotional, mental abuse.
Arguments back to back,
lies, deceit... it just never ends.
The happiness of it doesn't come close when compared to the bad.
Then again how can I say?
I've only witnessed it,
never my experience.
So, that makes me the lucky one, right?
Yea, I smile, to myself, thinking I am lucky. I'm loved, then...
something interupts my thoughts,
It's you, you're screaming about something...
What's the fuss about?
Love's just a b*tch.
'Love's just a b*tch' well put.... I think its good better then most of my work I hope to see more like this from you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
lol.. it is...................................................................when not real.