LOVE HAS TO SIDES.

In love we fell, and in it we still dwell, at least I do. It was a cold, wet, and all around bad day, and in her basement, we say our love in a special way. As we made out, in my mind there was no doubt, for this we were all about. For day after day we did this, and trust me not a day did we miss. We made out day and night, shier the first time she turned out the light there was some fright, but it got better. I was good, she was great. We were soul mates, but date after date; we grew apart at least in her hart. She was in my sight, trying not to fight. I asked her to meet me tonight in her basement. When we finally met, it was on talk I was set, she tried to make out, but her I wouldn’t let. She began to cry, and said, “Is it good bye”. I let out a sigh, “no, I’ve noticed our passion is low, it must grow; this no time to ration. She came toward me, and I said “no, can’t you see, for us to be, we must love. She began to walk, and talk to me, “you saying you want love, come sit”, her passion was clearly lit. Why wasn’t mine, maybe because nothing was fine, but then my fire was lit, so by her I sat. We made out just like that. She said, “I’ll make it better”. At school I got a letter. Saying it’s not better , she had never called me that! I sat and read, it read, “sorry I’d rather be dead, than give this note to you, but there’s nothing else to do. We’re over,” and just like a clover, I got stepped on. Love is like a con. They treat you with love and respect, until they detect you’re in debt, then they schwas you like an insect. Then I knew she had lied, and just then our love died.