Why is this world full of surprises.
Some nice, while others aren't.
It's been a long time since I had some normality in my life.
A taste of it would be nice.

What is love. An emotion for the weak and weary?
That's what I believe.
You start out seeking it with vigour and excitement.
Then it runs you to the ground. Makes you sour.
Maybe not to some. Some float above the flood.
They are the ones who are successful in love.
Sigh.

Well. Game Over.