Love is what I call stupid

Happy one day, next day not

But we will die if we lose it

Which is why it must be taught

Young feelings for each other

Only bring us down

But still fall for it, one after another

Graceful grins turn to frowns

Thinking about them every minute, everyday

Clueless on how she lied

Moods flip, so she plans out what to say

If she told you this, surely she die

To then share her confession

She finds herself downhearted

Feelings just differ, creates depression

Now the body, and emotion has parted

she sees all her flaws, she bawls

Her eyes out

Did talking all night mean nothing at all

Feelings she wants to shout out that

He thought wrongly of her

He thought oddly of her

Not proudly, not fondly

But at least, he thought of her

Just not the way she wanted him to

The benefits on if her heart stays unspoken

We are now positive that it’ll never be broken

No more crying in her room

Yet they still call love the artist

Now she laying in bed in her gloom

Only love is to blame, for what it has started