Pouring out like the amazon
My emotions come unraveled
Do I let myself get attached too easily?
Or, are my simply not built up enough?

Always taught to be a gentleman
Though it never ever works
Nice guys finish last
Because they have too much class

Guess it’s time to be an *******
Tell me what you think
Dazed and confused
I don’t know what conclusion to jump to

Love is a powerful word
But an even greater sentiment
A lot of people don’t get enough of it
And for those who do, they seem to push it away

But if I was given love
That I would greatly cherish
For I’ve been seeking it out
And it has proven illusive

So the conclusions I draw
Come only from what I know
Love seems to come and go
And leaves you in awe

Don’t fall too hard, or fall too fast
Continue to always have class
At the of the day the nice guy wins
So for ill just be content within