Love is such a fickle maiden, so sweet and pure. Beautiful to look upon but when you begin to stray she becomes a horrid beast tearing at your soul. Everytime you go back to her and stray yet again, you will be wounded even more deeply than the time before. The feelings she gives are addicting so listento me when I tell you to set your path straight either towards or away from her for your own sake.
This was Written when I was a bitter emo. so it has little to no bearing upon what I think now.
