Love can hurt, blind, and steal.
The theft of sight, replaced with zeal.
You can run,
Or embrace.
Either way, it’s in your face.
Taunting you like a child,
‘Til you relent and just go wild.
Plans are made.
Promises broke.
In hindsight, it’s all a joke.
And so you pack your bags and go,
And wait in pain for the next to show.
