You think,
that love is a game.
That her heart is a toy,
one that is yours to play with.
When she is made of tsunami's of emotion,
how did she not teach you of love.
Show you what it feels like?
Set your inner passion a flame,
and watch it take off without warning.
Did you not choke up
when she opened your eyes to the colours of the world.
Showing you that anger and lust weren't all there was to feel.
Or did you shut out what she had to say,
because love wasn't what you were looking for.
You wanted quick, easy,
She promised to be anything but,
especially when she spoke of love.
Love was complicated,
and you wanted E-A-S-Y.
