Illusions of Love

Love is the mystery of the world. Nobody has the correct answers...So stop searching for them

“The Disease”

I was the disease that you never wanted,
I played games with your heart,
Whenever you looked into my eyes,
You couldn’t handle the rush of emotions,
The feeling of falling,
Not knowing if I would be there to pick you up,
You played the role of gun and bullet,
Out to kill the disease that was aching at your heart,
Knowing that the disease is what you wanted,
But the pride is the bigger enemy to love,
Love would mean letting go,
Twirling out of control,
The shivers and shakes,
The withdrawals,
The heart breaking when you weren’t with me,
Was all but the disease eating at you?
And you turned your back,
Walked away and killed the disease
With the bullet with words of lies,
Because I was the disease you wanted all along