Un-Commissioned Hurt

what is it about love that turns a person into a fool?
that would make a humble being be so cruel,
no emotions after a heartbreak, despise burns up as hot fuel,
all get served the epidemic like it's a universal good.

fools appear loomed into manipulation, use and abuse,
cruelty is instigated on them, a love they willingly had to choose,
fueling up more hatred that will ultimately lead to a burnt out fuse,
rules were never laid down, to play out emotions to a truce.

abuse rules unmerited companionships founded on lust,
choosing the love masked with eros, hard to build on trust,
fuse two un-matched hearts..and no sparks of union will combust,
truce, par, evenly matched...will be terms rare as cosmic dust.

what is it about love that has us immersed in this pain?
that would still have me glued to you like a regular shot of cocaine?
no hope to celebrate the future, it all seems to be in vain,
all seems destined, in a different domain...i'll find love again.

spice.archives 2010