Rick Swartzentrover


Love is suppose to be a wonderful thing
  But for me love has always been ugly
A slavery of the worse kind
  Because it is a self imposed sickness


No flowers or butterflies
  No stars and giggles
No oneness or completeness
  Just rejection and being used


You would think I would learn
  But morons have no memory
Past pain is to easily forgotten
  Surly I’ll be safe this time???


WHAM - face against the wall
  Broken hearted in despair
Now I remember all the pain
  To late, the newest shipment has arrived


Force feeding myself broken class
  Ripping out my heart
My God I’ll never do this again
  At least not until tomorrow