Love isn't Real
I don't believe in love.
Its fairytale nonsense.
A woman can be a dove.
One without a conscience.
It isn't real
and never will be.
Because men steal
and no one's ever free
to do what they want.
To do what they wish.
Let me be blunt.
Love is a blemish.
What you feel is hurt
so follow my rules
that I'm going to blurt.
Use my tools
of protection
use my medication
to stop loves infection
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