When love bubbles and boils and acts
Like it has no morals
It is time
To rethink
This thing we call love
When it begins to feel like prison
And hurt the persons who are supposed to be treasured
It is time
To rethink
This thing
Called love
When it becomes the source
Of which there is a never ending drum
Beating about us shouting yelling actions questions
Is this really
What we thought
Of
When we
Said I do
~dst~
(For another)