Love
Love is like a blackened rose,
Where every thing can be exposed.
Life and trust, and even soul,
Being used just like a tool.
You hope and wish for a quiet end,
But someone surely has to bend.
But bend to far and then you’ll snap,
Then you’ll be treated as a sap.
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Love is like a joke with no punchline...
