When we talk late at night,
Imagination running bright,
I always want to tell you,
I love you,
And you will say,
I love you more,
But we both say the same,
But we both know,
That it doesn't mean the same,
Mine is an effort in vain,
Yours is friendly words,
I feel Hurt,
And happy,
And everything,
Just those 3 words I longed to hear,
Now is what I fear

It's okay,
It will be alright,
It's okay,
It will be alright,
It's okay,
It will be alright,
I say these lines,
Everyday day and night

love is a poison,
the most cliché line ever,
but it is as true as the sun,
love is a deadly poison,
so strong it has to be shared,
when two share it,
it becomes flared,
when two feel it,
they trust each other,
because both consumed the poison,
there is trust,
and together the pain,
becomes something beautiful and romantic,
and the pain becomes aesthetic,
it is like a drug then,
but love cannot be consumed by one,
one person cannot handle it alone,
the poison is too strong for one person,
it will destroy the person,
break him from inside,
eat up his feelings,
turn him into darkness,
make his life a mess,
increase anxiety and stress,
it is a slow effect but effective nonetheless,
and at one point the mind and heart,
cannot take it anymore,
they decide to break themselves apart,
and now from inside,
the poison has affected the outside,
scars on the hand,
cigarettes on the floor,
a one way ticket to death's door,
waiting for sweet release,
a bottle of cheap ***,
drink to forget,
to forget the pain of this poison,
fingers itching to hold the Glock,
to **** it,
all this is because,
one person had to deal with,
a tempting poison,
called love.