love is cruel, so wicked, 2 shift like hour glass sand
1 min. there is plenty, the next so mt in your hand
how temptation creeps in, like a weed amist a garden
devourin' all u planted, the ground now cracked & hardened
& o the questions left 2 ponder, eats at u like acid
would u ever've thought something would come so sweetly packaged
swift as the heavy wind trailing from a storm
displacing things so gentle, settled, timely worn
debri 2 sift thru only left, no smiles as u pass
& did u count on 4ever showing its face so fast?!
the always that u counted on, how it turned its back
how many times u remembered 2 never leave that slack!
4 all u planned & counted on, a token gifted gold,
sets now like an antique that may as well be sold
secrets shared are like ammo now, your weapons fully loaded
aimed visciously, so carelessly, at all u patiently molded
& like an unwanted guest in the foyer of the hall
boxed & neatly stacked are the contents from the wall
now where 2 place such treasures shared, collected like souvenirs
& who 2 blame when there's no rules, just emotions full of tears...
& aint that just like love 2 leave u most uncertain
mirrors what u reflect, i guess, once u pull the curtain