Love is a Rabid Dog

Blessed souls

A good friend of mine insisted on a couple of poems that i should put up. And this is one of them.

Love, Peace, Happyness

Les-T


2009/04/16
Les-T (da last Souljah)



Love is a rabid dog
From hell
That bites all in sight
Ripping soul from limb
Heart from reason
Leaving all diseased
With this infectious curse
Love is a Pink hearse
That leads all men
To their untimely end
Spiritually
Emotionally
Literally
Or otherwise
Love is you neighbor’s
Old rusted car
You always wonder
Why he still keeps
Love is that
Patched up doll
With one leg
That we just can’t
Throw out
In hope
That one day
We’ll find
That missing leg
And all
Will be alright