Love is magic that lies in the air,
but sometimes it hurts they never care.

Love can be nice, cool, and even great,
but then it ends in alot of hate.

It's alot of guys who use love as a line,
girls know the whole package is in disguise.

They say it's a thin line between love and hate,
but the only one who truly loves me can take me away.

For all ya'll bitches in the club liftin' up your skirt,
giving us a bad name when the real women get hurt.

I'll end this poem for all ya'll bitches and hoes,
for the real meaning of love noone knows....