Love is but a nightmare,with struggling bones.
Ones that love and others with hearts of stones.
You think the reaper will come in his black hood.
But he may be the one that light es the.mood.
The one you watch with a sparkle in your eye.
The one you.never want to die.
But love is but a nightmare and you will be dragged in.
Pulled deep to the shin.
Before it is over it shall leave its mark.
Making you wonder where was the spark?.


But the spark.never existed.nor did the thumping of your heart.
Or the emotions that threatened to tear you apart.
You shall awake in cold sweat cluching your chest near.
For you had not realised,love was just a nightmare.