There's that point in life when you hate love and love hate,
When you feel everyone around you is fake,
And that goosebump feeling turns into sweat,
Affection is like a flower, it nourishes and then fade,
It doesn't matter whether it is on the sun or shade,
You must end up crying on your bed,
I call it a monster that turns Soulmates into pain,
Every human being must cry in vain,
Suffer from depression and even disorders of the brain,
Love;most people's enemy and everyone's friend,
Invisible but breaks the impossible to mend,
Not only is it sweet at the start but also has a bitter end,
The dictionary defines and describes it very well,
Yet in real life,it's the carbon copy of hell,
Love;the only feeling that takes your mind into a cell,
It is more addictive than all types of drugs,
Affecting the innocent not to mention the thugs,
Whether you're rich or poor,you must grief after hugs,