life's a tell not a fantasy

LOVE AND LIFE DOESN’T HURT, I THINK THE MEMORIES ARE THE PAIN TO ENDURE It seems love has become a myth in New York known as the big apple Love turns to sex to text to convo in chat rooms No first date with flowers and candy Where babies are now made not from love but a bottle of brandy It’s a tragedy no more love songs, walks in the park We look forward to a good fuck after dark Night club bars even cars People life and society has made a big shift What’s important is now less Pain hatred disappointments are now expressed with violence Worthless deaths needed moments of silence No one ever stops to live love and laugh They destroy, devour and decompose @--------}----}--- SHA-TISMA D. WILLIFORD ---{---{-----------@