Love is the greatest enemy,
To the heart that weakens the mind,
Two people said they're meant to be,
This is just words of mere time
The heart has no senses,
Its a believer of charming words,
Believes lies to all expenses,
Tying it up into fancy curls,
It goes to a melody, a beat,
Where love is out of control,
Not knowing what we'll seek,
How ironic is a man's soul,
We feel like we're on top,
For love has driven us insane,
Unfortunately our hearts will eventually rot,
When our hearts broken and feel true pain,
It disrupts the mind from its intention,
Making you wander somewhere else,
Its hard to even mention,
The truth to even ourselves,
It leaves you broken for days,
Knowing what you have lost,
Leave you to torture in different ways,
Love is truly a remorse.
_sridevi_ -VoidMaximoffs Mizz_Crazy_
