Why is there love? Is it some kind of trick,
It comes in a flash and leaves just as quick.
It lifts up your life, and makes you feel good,
It makes you do things, you aren't sure you should.
It changes your world, and screws up your life,
It stabs at your heart, 'cause it's sharp as a knife.
It changes your judgement, and messes your thought,
You think you're immortal, when really you're not.
Why are we always,asking for pain?
we have so much to lose, and nothing to gain.
Love's a disease, that captures us all,
There is no escape, we all have to fall.
Why is there love? It is such a curse,
There's only one reason, alone is much worse.
~Kelly Lalonde~
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