Love's Evil Ways

Love is a sword stabbing me in the back. I lay low and wait for it's attack. I know it will come for me it does time and time again. It plays a game with me, on I'll never win. It stares at me and grins inviting me to come in. The problem is I always do. Love is evil but this I knew. What a fool I am to believe this time it was true. I never should have trusted you. Love makes me blue time a and time again. I think I have come to realize it is not my friend. So never will I be tortured by love's evil ways. And never again will I play it's game cause I have more in life to gain.