My thought is that love is not real.

Marriage is a worthless machine.
Breaking with anger and mending with tears.
How many times have I seen this gleem.
Like a spark in the dark of your eye.
A dream for the dreamless.
A paper that tells you your love should be needless.
But that paper burns just like the others.
And then you spend more on something that’s heedless.
Reckless and meanness causes anger and fear.
And anger and fear cause violence and sleepless.
Nights.
Nights become days and days become the future.
You strive hard to achieve like can you please.
See my my anger and can you please.
Hear my thoughts of killing myself.
Because I’m unhappy with this paper we signed.
Why do you need to have a paper to tell you you're in love.
MY HEART SHOULD DO THAT EITHER WAY!
Ways.
Ways the rain may bring pain.
But that pain is just a step away from the fullbring of my fear.
My heart ache my tears for I fear that I am obligated to stay.
And though I may not pray I hope you see.
The reason this paper is killing me like when an axe strikes a tree.
Or when a bird lose it’s wings.
Can’t you see that if my heart stops beating it will be from the stress.
Stress
Stress on the love we once had.
Stress on the boat which hold my baby goat.
Stress which could surpass the mote of my mind.
And I’m trying to find a place where my ideals are safe.
Safe
A safe they keep the rings that they are tired of wearing.
The safe they keep the papers that bind them.
The contract they have made for love will only bug.
How can they tug along when he cheats and she cries.
Cries because of all the lies that was promised to them.
And yes the kids cry when all one wants to do is fly off a roof and see the sky.

Before he hits the ground and they cry because his life was all fine in there eyes.
Marriage is all lies so why try.
When all the holes are gone your 75 with nothing but a ring.
Gold bling is meaningless to me.
And no paper can replace time lost.