39..."In Love"

Life is so fickle indeed!
It comes bearing gifts of pain
delusions and confusion.

Perplexing twisted fates
all of our own doings
creations of the mind.

Prisoners of our own hearts
captives of our own accord
the torturer of our soul.

Hiding behind a facade
of distorted smiles and streaks
of so many tears fallen.

We love what we can't have
Want what we don't need.
Plagued by "in love" disease.

Love irrationally unconditional
one who does not love back.
The eyes are so blind.

Need the constant rejection
of who does not want.
Yet gets all your attention.

I don't deserve to be in love
or maybe its vice-verse.
I can't seem to get this right.

What I am keenly aware of
Is, I suffer from "in love" disease
and it hurts so much inside.



DionWorx


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