Wild dreams

Can but won't

Can but won't

Love can be a beauty,

Love can be there when you go off duty.

Love can be that sparkle amoungst dust,

Love can be that thing that insprires lust.

Love can be the best thing ever to happen,

But love can your heart blacken.

You see, this is just what they say,

But these feelings are kept at bay.

Love breaks a person,

Your life takes a little excursion.

Into this THING called love.

It does not take you to your beloved.

It takes you to a world of hurt and resentment,

And leaves you with discontentment.

No fairy tale "Prince Charming".

No, you won't get your darling.

Either you fall for the wrong person,

That leaves behind a heartbroken burden.

Or the feelings aren't mutual,

This is not unsual.

Leaving you with bitterness and hurt,

Not anything like mirth.

Or if your'll were together,

Bae thought breaking it off would be for the better.

Love is throwing at you lemons,

While your life is about to go to the heavens.

"Why? Why? Why me?"

"Come back!" may be your plea.

But bae ain't coming back anytime anytime soon,

No one is going to sit and over you swoon.

Love nowadays is only temporary,

A drug OD before complete cut off, leaves some in a cemetry.

People may ask "What happend?"

Heart beat no more as rapid.

"Love happened.." may be your answer.

Love is a whole new type of diagnosed cancer.

Spreading its heartbreak worldwide,

Leaving people without their love by their side.

It's hard to stop loving someone,

Love has arressted you and threw you in its dungeon.

Hard to get out,

Life filled with doubt.

Knowing for sure that you can't live on,

Cause baes love ain't something you can con.

You can reminise,

Those memories before it you dismiss.

Or hang on to them,

Maybe it's as worthy as a gem.

Your bae has met their dream boo,

Now nothing you can do.

So go on, reach out to empty air,

That's my dare.

People these days a lot less care,

About the burden you currently bare.

Reach out to empty air,

Think of that scary glare.

And that so called love that you could share,

For bae in your heart was heir.

Only get from people a stare,

Because in love you have fallen right into a snare.

No fingers running through your hair,

And skin that is bare.

Love is fake,

More than a heart can take.

Leaving heartbreak in its wake.

So don't fo near it,

Never in your life give it permit,

I can only you warn,

Before it will make you mourn.

Over the loss of yourself and your bae,

Who you aren't waking to everyday.

Love is a poision which is willingly drunk,

But it is just junk.

So forget about this thing called love,

It is not sent from the heavens above.

Forget about it being your goal,

It will leave you buried deep with the moles.

Love is evil,

Remember it can and will at every chance kill.

Love can be a beauty,

Love can be there when yiu go off duty.

Love can be that sparkle amoungst dust,

Love can be that thing that insprires lust.

Love can be the best thing ever to happen,

Love can be as soft as satin.

It can but it won't.

This is murder she wrote.