Jun 2013
Love isn't blind.
What else am I to I conclude,
When all the guys are crude?
They say looks don't matter
.....
As long as no one knows.
It looked nice in the beginning
Pretty paper and bows
Folded around a barren cage
But inside this cage,
This package of "love"
Is a flood of pain,
Someone he is ashamed of.
Love isn't blind
He can see perfectly fine.
He had promised in time,
That she could call him 'mine.'
Oh but what a nightmare is was
When she begged for love
Oh but what a joke it was
To see what he had done.
Love isn't blind
Or patient, or kind.
But love is definitely losing your mind.
What else am I to I conclude,
When all the guys are crude?
They say looks don't matter
.....
As long as no one knows.
It looked nice in the beginning
Pretty paper and bows
Folded around a barren cage
But inside this cage,
This package of "love"
Is a flood of pain,
Someone he is ashamed of.
Love isn't blind
He can see perfectly fine.
He had promised in time,
That she could call him 'mine.'
Oh but what a nightmare is was
When she begged for love
Oh but what a joke it was
To see what he had done.
Love isn't blind
Or patient, or kind.
But love is definitely losing your mind.
An ode to the girls who have been through this kind of relationship. You are beautiful, no matter what anyone says. If they will kiss you in private, they can be man enough to be proud of the beautiful woman they have in their arms.
