I tried 2 write a luv poem.

[Laydee-B]

4ever to me meant waking up with your warm touch
Possibly even breakfast in the morning depending on what mood we were in before we went to bed.
Unmet expectations or maybe I misread your words
Your love was like a brief romantic dream an episode of love which eventually was erased from my memory
A quickie up against the wall
You held me up but I eventually fall
In love and out testing my durability
You say it’s over but you still reek of me
I leak into your pores once more hoping to make you want more but your heart is premature
So I decide to grow a spine and stop being paralyzed by you and your lies
What a duo you two!
I tried to make this a love poem but rage kicked in my pen scribbles but it doesn’t mend broken hearts filled with sin and adultery.
Love poems can’t be rosy nowadays
Too much deceit & too much drama
Baby mama
I tried to produce red roses but never received any, only cum filled condoms and suspected pregnancies
Love is crazy to me
They talk of mates
Soul mates
Fate brought them together love kept them flaming
Fuck mates
Booty calls
The love to cum brought them together pleasure keeps them orgasmic
I tried to write a love poem an ode to love but what is it?
What does it do?
Stop wars?
Bring peace?
End poverty?
Pay the rent?
Personal fulfillment world of hate world of pain world which inflicts disbelief and untrustworthy friends
I tried really hard to write a poem of love with each line provoking an emotional response but love is gone.
It died when people started to not care enough.
Now not giving a fuck is a natural habit & we walk around full of shit pretending we don’t need it.
But we do.