• Love is a powerful ally and a terrible foe.
    It can heal you...and leave you wanting more, or saying "so".
    No one knows how it starts; if it be young or old.
    But one things certain it can leave you feeling cold.
    Some move on to bigger ambitions.
    Others stay with the comfy cushions.
    But beware of these cotton pillows.
    Their goals in life are to cause weeping willows.
    Although we are educated no one teachers us heartbreak.
    For that can only be taught to you from the fake.
    Fake are people who taunt you with open hearts.
    Hearts shiny, hearts golden but often empty farts.
    "Bitter sweet love" some wonderers may say.
    Often from those who are lost from their own way.
    For some men who suffer this illness results are deadly.
    For women it’s more like a sea food medley.
    Men try and try to keep girls happy.
    Women make them just feel crappy.
    Buying flowers: Too many? Not enough?
    Buying Candy: Are you calling her fat? Or you like it rough?
    So where is the mutual line?
    Guys can’t even use the word fine.
    We complement other girls and we get smacked.
    Just like in football when the QB gets sacked.
    Although I must say not all women are bad.
    It’s just the ones that are constantly mad.
    Numerous women are sweet and kind.
    But just are simply messed up in the mind.
    They tell you they love you even hold you endless.
    But will leave you alone replaying the words “I could careless”
    Just when you’re sick of this wild ride;
    And you finally find the one you call “bride”;
    Your old bitter sweet comes up from behind you.
    She then kills her, devours her, simply singing “woohoo”.
    You wish you could say cupid’s wrong, cupids gay.
    But you can only blame yourself in that tall stack of hay.
    Perhaps maybe I’m wrong; it’s the guys not the gals.
    But then again this never comes up when we hang with our pals.
    We tell each other that we over this chick, over that chick.
    But we do it to mask that pit feeling of sick.
    Although there are men who are in it for the numbers;
    These are the same who just want them for the slumbers.
    Of course this whole statement may lead you to conclude I’m wounded by love.
    But I assure you I am merely a blackened, white turtle dove.