Literature
Love's Cruelty
This is not a poem of love, but rather of love lost.
This is not of love's burning fire, but rather of its frost.
Love is neither kind, nor is it yielding.
It must be learned through experience, not by teaching.
Love messes with your brain, and with your heart.
It will take your pain, and turn it into a form of art.
Love gives you a glimpse of happiness, and then yanks it away.
Yet, still, it tries to keep you from running astray.
You thought you were happy, meeting the girl of your dreams.
But love is fickle and conniving, and so is she.
She'll steal your heart, and then your mind
Leaving only your physical self behind.
And while