True Love

True Love:

True love is a myth

with no form of conception,

a whisper on wind,

an unlearnable lesson;

nonexistent, with no place in our world,

true love is a fairy tale

for little boys and girls.

True love's painful to pursue,

impossible to find,

like digging for treasure

above a landmine.

True love's a lie,

rotten, bitter to all,

the unreachable summit

from whom all will fall.

It's the endless battle

to win a broken heart;

true love is a deception

that rends and tears apart.

Most evil of thing's,

as deadly as dark,

it's devoid of feeling,

a pointless journey better not to embark.

True love is a trick

that cannot exist,

yielding only pain to find.

It's the dead cold of winter

with no thaw in sight;

it's the path to a heart

absent of all light.