IS LOVE REAL?

Just a poem about how love seems to have become to some people.

IS LOVE REAL?


How can one tell if its a real feeling?
or just one another hormonal rage?
in one life time after another there's always going to a scandal.
either some one dies or gets hurt
take you're pick,
give you're soul,
and break you're heart.

Another life time this cycle repeats,
again and again
hurtling the same one or hurting a new one,
there never seems to be a break,
is there true love out there?
or will this happen to me as well?

Author's Note

I haven't written a poem in awhile so yeah that's my piece of the pie.

Reviews

[Shannon Math]

I enjoyed reading this :)