• Love is the stinging that you feel.
    It's the last breath you breathe,
    It's the poisen that you drink.
    Love causes suicide,
    It causes hatred and pain.
    You think it'd be like honey,
    But it cuts you like broken glass.
    Love is the easiest lie,
    And the hardest truth.
    Love blinds you,
    You don't see what's real.
    They don't really love you,
    But you still love them.
    Love is game,
    To the foolish ones.
    They use it to hurt you,
    And get what they want.
    Love is the aching of your heart,
    When you miss him,
    When you miss her.
    Love is the empty feeling left behind,
    When the one you love, mistreats you.
    But what is love?
    Love is painful.