LOVE?

his heart bleeds/ from the thorns of the rose he picks/

so he speaks/ of the memory that slips/ and sees/ it as it dips/ into a well of deceit,/

so he freaks/ and flips/ making him feel deceased./

so with this/ i insist/ that the rose he pickd,/ prickd/ his heart,leaving him dead/

and with his final strength,he breathed/ and gripped/ for mercy from love only to find out he was tricked./



but the little butterfly that he held/ stung him and just watched him as he bled./

and he said,/"you cant kill a heart;u can break it to tiny pieces and leave it weak,but not dead."/

a sting from the butterfly that he so much praised/ and raised/ it up to levels no other had bred./ instead/ it mutated,/

to the dungeons,his heart it led./ it fed/ from his heart leavng his heart shredded/

...and thats when he knew love aint that lovely,so he tried hatred/

..which dint help much and so he opted/ for another option and upon Love he waited.