Maybe love is just an illusion for people who are delusional,
Or it’s just a heart disease thriving on those who are emotional;
Who are too weak to stand up to it and defend,
When it turns toxic to the host and starts to offend.
Or maybe it’s the opposite, just writing out of spite,
Bitter heart full of malice, trying very hard to bite;
Back, spoiling for a fight in a war he can’t win,
A kamikaze who in true love, never been,
Unlucky again and again, now doesn’t believe,
Only girl he ever loved, recently saw her leave.