Love

My interpretation

Not sure what to think,

Of such demeanor of love,

really existence or just rather a foe,

May consider believing in such pleasure,

but yet forever in the hollow of the center,

Love is a tragic farce,

never-ending disbelief of false promise,

Heartache and deceive forever at fault,

Malicious but obvious yet selfish,

cringing on the outer layer of skin,

To think really, but yet to never love again!

Cause heart forever dark and become of stone,

no room for any parasite to work its way soon,

I can say that will never believe in any happily ever after...

All in all bullshit, life just passing by vicariously

can say this for sure .............