What Is Your Conclusion On Love?

Love is blind
Love is an illusion
Love is risky
and that’s the conclusion
Love is blind
Love is an illusion
Love is risky
and that’s an conclusion.

An unexpected occurance of an powerful spirit
beyond your average emotion
it must be tested.
We form an hypothesis when blind sighted
Eyes close or walking with a cane while
wearing a blindfold.
We seek everlasting peace
walking on a thin line rope
and the ocean below filled with sharks swim below
waiting for our downfall.
You see Cupid and he take his hand and reach
like a cashier giving a customer a receipt.
When you reach your hand out for help, he pulls back, transform to a demon and stab you with the pitchfork
Laughs and call you a dork.
Blood leaks below towards the sea
and you fall and become shark meat.

Love is blind
Love is an illusion
Love is risky
and that’s the conclusion
Love is blind
Love is an illusion
Love is risky
and that’s the conclusion.

Love is highbeams
that shines the eyes
so bright,
have no choice
but to close your eyes.
Driving towards the destination of love and your blind.
Lose control of the steering wheel and yet praying you don’t lose control.
Hoping you don’t crash but if you do, is it your fault?
Is love something you can control?
Is love something we can hear behind a closed door?
Is love something that comes inside when you open the door, or is love knocking on the door to tell you goodbye so love can move on?

Love is blind
Love is an illusion
Love is risky
and that’s the conclusion
Love is blind
Love is an illusion
Love is risky
and that’s the conclusion

Love is expressed through words
that build and destroy.
Love is priceless, but used like a toy
to play with a heart until it breaks.
Love is real and love is fake
when hate is real.
Love protects, but love is a risk.
Love heals you when your sick.
Love robs you when you rich.
Love is paradise, but love is hell.
Love keeps you focus, but love has a spell.
Love creates life, but love spreads a disease.
Love is contagious, does love ever sleep?
When you love somebody, do you wish for sleep?
When you love somebody, do you become sleepless?
When you love somebody, are you sleepwalking?
Can’t control where you walk, your imagination will lead you to your final destination.
Is the final destination Hell or Heaven?
Is the final destination a mansion or prison?
We form the hypothesis, but what’s your conclusion?
If you in love at this moment, you won’t know the affect of it until, you wake up from sleep walking

Love is blind
Love is an illusion
Love is risky
and that’s the conclusion
Love is blind
Love is an illusion
Love is risky
and that’s the conclusion

Fall In Love Or Die Trying

Broken for the words I spoken.
Poisoned like a mushroom,
my earth fell in a tomb
and how do I heal wounds?
I spoke to soon
without thinking.
Grew up surrounded
by everybody constantly
criticizing.
Deep feelings hang
in my mind like a closet.
Deep feelings hang
in my mind like monkey bars.
Just left scared hanging
and constantly bruising
for not putting alcohol
on my scars.
Always thought I was being
manly for not wearing a scarf
when life became cold.
I caught an infection
that needs healing.
Irritation burning my patience
and drunk off of my hallucinations
Despite my aggravation
I still searched for confidence
by providing space
to rebuild earth
to see that enchanting smile
on a irresistible face
even though I wasn’t in shape.
Like rocky I needed to train my brain
I just need a track and a engine
to operate.
My mind is underground
in which people choose to underrate
by dick riding popularity
like fans do to mainstream rappers.
Climbing the ladder is harder
than sliding down the slide.
This is why I’m shy.
Unexpected rodent bite
in my sleep
have me fearing the bed
and dreaming.
Thought life was clean
like a Will Smith CD
but the disc has deep scratches
and can’t disappear.
Life is not magic.
Wipe the dirt of their shoulder
toward your sneakers.
Carrying someone Else’s luggage
and yet I struggle with my own.
So hurt so I started to smoke,
even thought about sniffing coke.
Was defeat my density?
Was contemplating self harm
while staring at the empty glass
of Hennessy.
Ignoring my instincts
for earth
made things worst.
Holding on hurts more
than letting go
It deteriorates the soul.
Can no longer hold
your composure
as you land your fist
on the large boulder
or dislocate your shoulders
just to receive Earth’s attention
but earth deflected you for
another planet.
So I will commit suicide
to demonstrate how
to fall in love or
die trying.

This is just a poem that’s over exaggerated. Not meant to be take seriously