Love Is a Bust
Love is a sparked ember that soon will grow.
Love's a fire, it is bright at first.
But soon the spark is put out by thick white snow.
And like a spark in snow, love never works.
Love is autumn, with leaves of bright colors.
And like the leaves, you will fall.
All is well until you become dolor.
A love once strong now is nothing at all.
Hoped to never feel, the feel of heartbreak.
The thought of loosing everything in a single night.
Your mind full of anger, your heart how it aches,
Broken because you thought this one was right.
Over it is because love became lust.
So give up you will, love is a bust
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