Love is a Battlefield
Love is tides rushing in, like seaweed in sand.
Love is a surprise, like a wake procession.
Love is kisses with lips that are soft, but sometimes cut like a blade.
Love is a whisper to the heart, and lies like a jackass.
Love is hoping for a brighter tomorrow, only to wither and die.
Love is crushing, like a feather to a stone.
Love is trusts without question, not a prisoner in a cell.
Love is sweet, that sucks you into a glob of goo.
Love is standing in the numbing rainstorm, rainbows and blue skies.
Love is eyes wide open, like shutters on a window.
Love is like a beautiful sunset, slashed by hate.
Love is like a deep ocean, you drown in agony.
Love is a torrent of tears. Stand under the bridge and wait.
Love is like an open book, empty.
Yes, my love is a battlefield.