Bad to Bad

Life that revolves around love
That special one at its center
Then it’s the debris after a quake
And that someone, the epicenter
Life and love, roses and thorns
You never know until they prick
It’s all so fun and joy till the end,
After which, you are eccentric.
Heed to me, be selfish
There is none you can rely here
All are sweet for their own good
No one who you can call dear
Lessons are to be learnt
Pain has to be felt
Good to the good, bad to the bad
That’s how life is to be dealt