Heart's Troubled Love

It starts from a place of deep and it creeps into words Unless Malice thought of jealous hearts gives it birth So I write the wrongs of my thoughts Bearing the very fabric of my being So life is born from the love or venom it possessives So leave the intense venom in thine low Because it creep up to bite the ones we love. Tell tales of intense passion. Instead Words Words are just that they live on a page but my love has no boundary no line no periods forever made endless, unless venom ends it. So save your venom for those of whom you want to partake because love is deem fit until one makes it lifeless. P.S. make love not break it.