Again.

Love has hurt me again.
Hurt me so bad my heart does pain.
Love has blackened my soul.
It is now like a piece of freshly mined coal.
Love has me on the run.
Over me black clouds no warm shining sun.
To love I’m its slave.
It is sure to put me in an early grave.
Again and again love has double crossed me.
From it i can’t no i can’t break free.
That four letter word has again made me blue.
That day when love i first met i whole heartedly rue.