Havent we learned yet
that love is fickle
not a riddle
just the plain truth
for none to see
really sad
when you aint got no company
even worse
when theres someone around
Man lies
woman cries
woman gets even
man commits crime
they call that
OJ simpson vibes
down in the slammer
O my
what a perfect blue
knowing what was high
is swiftly crashing down on you
they call that
Murphys law vibes
up in your schools
Certain disasters rule
havent we learned that yet
Prospect park
I wrote I told you already
eyes that met
kisses kept
for my memories
I bet you got your memories
of what you thought was love too
and the blue that came after
Still yet
Love is great for a poem
so relatable
so desirable
so miserable
and so blue