Poetry

Makes the World go Round

I wondered what the world would be like if the people we loved, loved us back.
Ignorance is bliss and I feel sad and wise.
I once loved a boy that made me feel like I was flying in the spell of Cupids arrow.
Illuminated like a holy being.
I got kinda burnt though.
Woke up in my own nightmare.
I found the gates to my hell and left.
I now live in a jail I call the dead mind.
Where I sit in empty rooms with only the monsters that stare at me like animals waiting for their prey.
They frighten me but I do not run for they are the only thing I have ever known.
This isn't the place where sad people roam.
This is the place where the living lie in the trance of "will this love destroy me?"
And then I wondered when will be the day that the world will finally consume love?