The Trouble With Love
The trouble with love is that it ends
the thing about love how does it begin
one sided or shared, shy or no fear
love can be trouble, love can be trouble
Why must we fall into it
or lose it before we knew it
that love was always there
waiting to long it disappeared
The trouble with love is it obsessive
makes you possessive
childishly regressive
only to see it dismissive
Love takes all your time
wanting it solely thine
becomes a must need
showing your selfish greed
All you do to get it
anything you never regret it
than the ecstasy becomes a bore
lacking your desires explore
Never satisfy, love is lacking
that something you keep attracting
and before love really even begins
the trouble with love is that it ends.
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