~Like Life~

~Like Life~

like life, love is not eternal
like wood, decays in an inferno
like daggers, penatrates external
like everthing, decomposes interal
starting inside to get to the surface
with observation one can learn-this
creeping out though actions and emotion
only to implode with a lack of devotion
slightly streaming in till nothings left
moving slowly in only till death
like life, it begins and ends
like wood, it grows n desends
like daggers, with a slight edge
like everything, is eventually dead
similar to the flowing lines of this poem
it moves up n down just to show-em'
it has a begining middle and an end
just when you think its your friend
you read this n realize you loth her
but this is your life n now its over
like everthing decomposes internal
like daggers, penatrates external
like wood, decays in an inferno
like life, love is not eternal....

~CoNCePt~