Love is a terrible disease
an unending series of pain,
a sporadic event in your life.

Love is like a worm
that crawls up to your brain
until it has taken all of your mind.

Love is the burning heat,
the thick beads of sweat
rolling down your cheeks.

Love will kill you,
will stab you in the chest like a mad murderer,
and torture you with the slightest taste of paradise.

Love is a dream, a hallucination,
the excruciating pains dulled by him
and his smiling face concealed by sunlight.

Love will cause your death
the sweet torture leaves you with a smile on your face
and your body in a bad shape.


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