What Love Is Not

I was told but I should have known, warned but should have listened. I decided to fly higher, Facing the storms I stayed to my story, Scared to face reality, I believed in a fairytale. After all, love is blind, I said. Questioned father's teaching and cursed mother's love, For what? I judged, what they know about love anyway. Driven by ego I changed my ways, Let me say, abandoned my teachings, Good friends become enemies, deemed advice as jealousy from the giver. Oh! Trapped by my eyes, I was blinded by bold lyrics of beauty and charm of pussy. To an end, I believed to the power of love to cross oceans, To touch the sky, feel the stars. I became a god to my goddess, ego the only way to go. I should have known, I was told but I should have known, Because I knew what love is, but never asked what love is not, Maybe it was a little too late. My eagerness for what I know folded the reality... "Eagle can fly high, but it has to come down to drink" Except, there was no down to come to for my stupidity. For I had no wings, after all, it was a fairytale, A comeback would be a fall. I should have known What Love Is Not