It's funny how love kills <br />like an assassin with forbidden skills. <br />First you get the feeling all ill. <br />Then the depression seems to take away your very will. <br />Next you began to doubt how you feel. <br />Hoping that they still love you yet you know that's not the deal. <br />You say to others 'I moved on, ' however you still need time to heal. <br />The layers of your heart layed open just like a banana peel, <br />And just the most fragile part remains exposed. <br />It is in this state that you feel yourself disposed. <br />Now you choose to remain alone thinking your hearts closed. <br />Alone as your own skin was a grave, you went up against love <br />not knowing what kind of threat he posed.<br /><br />Sadistic Cupid<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/how-big-of-a-threat-does-love-pose/
