WHEN IT HITS

When it hits, it just hits, it’s usually unexpected.

You work so hard to keep your heart protected.

Building up walls, having gates erected.

All of this due to the times you were neglected.

Past failed times, where your love was rejected

Love is a drug and the needle you’ve injected,

The fear and the doubt of never being accepted

Haunted by the times when you felt disrespected

Cupid’s arrow always seems to be misdirected

I guess in that case, the end should be expected

Tears flowing from your eyes as your pain gets ejected

Love is a skill that can never be perfected