TRAP..

The pain of love will never stop, 

one comes, another goes, though heart is not a shop..

why don't they realize even when it's robbed..

clock ticks, they talk, money flock yet feeling sobbed..

come on buddy, make some chill..

How could i? so easily they frill..

took my time once pit then pat..

worked that though like tip then tap..

music grooves rythm and snap..

fits to true on life's tragedic trap..

friends beware ! grip of love as pray..

some say it may be an infatuations ray..

sour it seems most will say; but it's the part of our slay..

that's why we call it as trap in all the way..