If

Defeated by Love

At the end of school one day,
I hung out with my friends as I always did,
I joked and laughed in the same way,
I griped about school work and laughed and kid.

I had done everything as I always had,
Nothing had really changed at all,
I always thought logically and strayed only a tad,
One of my friends was sitting against a wall,

My friend, who is usually outgoing,
My friend, who stands with pride,
My friend who is always growing,
Slouching in a corner coming to me to confide.

He tells me he doesn't know,
He tells me that he doesn't understand,
He tells me why he's feeling low,
He tells me he's confused about a thing so grand.

I'm in love, he says to me, but she doesn't love me,
She turns and leaves me as if her love was just masks,
I can't leave her for I'm bound by love; I'm not free,
What does love mean to people, he asks,
I do not know the answer to his plea,
It's then that I start to think love is full of tasks.

I start to think; I think and think,
The more I think the more I learn,
If you love like that, go see a shrink,
Some loves belong in an urn,
Write an angry letter with flammable ink,
Then cast it into the fire when it's its turn,

I think more, if such a handsome man such as this,
If such a proud man as seen before me can be felled out love,
Do I really want love, do I want a tender kiss?
I don't want it if it means people this sweet go down with a shove.