• How can I complain at such perfection,
    Studying love like a common inspection,
    but I'm giving everything away despite the fact,
    The future might not be able to keep me intact,

    As much as I give her to grasp and hold,
    She might as well keep it as if it's sold,
    Because how the ******** can I make a foothold now,
    When only six syllables can send me deep through the ground,

    It's extremely strong without too much ROCD,
    but if I let being scared dictate my life that's what it'll be,
    You see; that's how disorders develop and appear,
    Anyone might just kill a man if that would cheat away all his fears,

    I'm constantly trying to persevere on this trail of tears,
    but prophecy tells they'll take my land here,
    Then crush under the mightiest force of the devil,
    It's one letter away from presenting true evil,

    Love doesn't come easy; Heaven and Hell have to be as close to earn in something such as a coin flip,

    Write a million verses on the perfect girl,
    but you'd just be saying that a million different times,
    When can the reader know if the girl is perfect,
    When the author keeps on changing their mind?

    She'll leave and he'll scream behind her back calling her a whore,
    She toyed with his heart, maybe cheated or more,
    Regardless it's all the same s**t that lands in the gutter,
    Depression and bed-ridden with only teared up words to mutter,

    Honestly nowadays it's different without a stutter,
    I'm numb through the bones as an emotional shutter,
    I'd feel emotional pain at first when it's fresh,
    but like drugs I'm tolerant to this repeating stress,

    So if so how can I complain at such perfection?
    If it's not gonna hurt even when it ends,
    and I'm partnered up with a committed real friend,
    Then what heart of mine am I needing to defend?

    Love's come too easy and I'm worried there's a catch.