How's Love
Love is blind, as some shall say
You cannot see any of the way
You go through obstacles and jumps
as you hit patches and bumps
Love is a nightmare, according to them
that darkness falls and light dims.
You fall too hard and go too far
as you try your best to win the war
Love hurts as lovers may say
because they fell farther everyday
you get ripped and you get burned
yet everyday, the lovers earned
When you're in love, they say you fly
and every hour and day will go by
faster in the blink of an eye
and the higher you go, the more you try.
This poem is about:
Me
Our world