How Big Of A Threat Does Love Pose? - Poem by Sadistic Cupid
It's funny how love kills
like an assassin with forbidden skills.
First you get the feeling all ill.
Then the depression seems to take away your very will.
Next you began to doubt how you feel.
Hoping that they still love you yet you know that's not the deal.
You say to others 'I moved on, ' however you still need time to heal.
The layers of your heart layed open just like a banana peel,
And just the most fragile part remains exposed.
It is in this state that you feel yourself disposed.
Now you choose to remain alone thinking your hearts closed.
Alone as your own skin was a grave, you went up against love
not knowing what kind of threat he posed.
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