Tuesday, February 1, 2005
Love Is Like
Love is like a flower,
full of life and joy.
But when you got a hold of it,
it weaped and wilted.
It is like ripping my heart out,
so painful but to you joyfull and pleasuring.
I was foolish to trust you with it,
something so delicate and beautiful.
It is as beautiful as a rose,
and a petal falls every time you walk through the door.
Soon my love will be lying dead on the floor.