Wednesday, 12 December 2012

To live, to love

I cannot live and love a lie,
Because love is non-existent.
I can't learn, by and by,
because my mind refuses.
My heart is burnt and torn in two
If I can't love myself, how can anyone love me?
Love is not real. Not to me.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
Blood is red,
Corpses are blue.
I'm emotionally unstable.
Love me.

1 comment:

  1. ~hugs~
    I know this is probably not what you're talking about, but even so, we love you, BB.

    This is a brilliant poem as well. Awesome