Anti-ode To love

November 13, 2009
You make me sick
As of I've bitten into something sour
I'm no longer the person I used to be
I hear harsh shireking
I feel like chocking
Real love I now see is as dangerous as can be
You got a hold of me from the inside
Then you hold on tight
You mane it troublesome to see anything else
You're as vindictive as they come
Mischievous and dark
But no matter where I run,
You're like a shadow
Cupid's bow and arrow is filled with poison
It reached your heart and flows throughout you
Horrendous and sinister
I don't understand you at all
You're like the heat when it clings onto my skin

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