deepundergroundpoetry.com
Love Hoax
Sadness and despair
Of what could be
What will never be
Time wasted
Not knowing where to turn
Not sure of reality
Seems too much at times
Just makes me cry
Tears rolling down
My old woman checks
Making puddles
Every where I go
Wishing I were young again
Wishing I could be yours from day one
Knowing all too well
None will ever be
It's all a hoax anyway
This thing called love
Is a metaphor for despair
And loathing it brings
Of what could be
What will never be
Time wasted
Not knowing where to turn
Not sure of reality
Seems too much at times
Just makes me cry
Tears rolling down
My old woman checks
Making puddles
Every where I go
Wishing I were young again
Wishing I could be yours from day one
Knowing all too well
None will ever be
It's all a hoax anyway
This thing called love
Is a metaphor for despair
And loathing it brings
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 4
reading list entries 1
comments 6
reads 578
Commenting Preference:
The author encourages honest critique.