Poetical Demeanor #Wattys2016

How hard love could be

How hard could love be?

Is it as hard as one couldn't see?

Is it as easy as the birds flying free?

Or is it just as passive as the calm sea?

Love, the timeless paradox

Some love are true, others are hoax

What's hard on love is when you don't know if it's real

When you're blinded with it and thought fantasy is what you feel

Choosing in the name of love is hard indeed

Once the decision's wrong, it makes your heart bleed

If choice's not keen, you'll never be free

You'll get manipulated, you can't anymore flee..

Love brings us all down to stoop on a lower level

Entangles us a thread that can never get unraveled

Chokes us with its never ending desires 

Ignites our hearts on fire

Love is a bed of roses with thorns

It makes you happy it makes you mourn

Love is even the sweetest pain

Twas' like having an umbrella but still wet by the rain

Love makes things easy but exempted itself

Like a book hidden from a shelf

Poured ourselves unto it in sane

Ended up having nothing but pain..

It is indeed hard...