18 September 2012
Love is a myth, A far-fetched fairytale. Asking too much faith, Then soon going stale.
Expecting belief, And then letting you down. Next time you come calling, You'll be met with a frown.
If love is so happy, If love is so great, Why is it met with bad things: Anger sadness, hate?
If unicorns and fairies, Elves and pixies are real, Then I might believe in love, But until then no deal.
A Myth • Opuss № I