Group 5- Option 2

love is like a battlefield;
No one ever wins.

Love is a death trap;
your heart becomes pieces.

Love is like a maze;
you will never find the way out.

"poem"

My Love

Your skin glows like the pineapple, blossoms adorable as the calla lily in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your drums voice and leaps like a cat at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great dove wing.
I am comforted by your shirt that I carry into the twilight of boybeams and hold next to my breast.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of water.
As my legs falls from my underwear, it reminds me of your house.
In the quiet, I listen for the last whisper of the day.
My heated hands leaps to my hat. I wait in the moonlight for your secret money so that we may jump as one, hands to hands, in search of the magnificient red and mystical child of love.

Option 3: Group 4 HATE!

i hate it when people hate
they don't stop nagging about it
you think about them you talk about them
just because they are bigger then you
just because they look better then you
you try not imitate, but your the first one on doing it
u seem not to face the fact
that you are a hatter.
you seem to always criticize
seem to always judge
just face the fact that you fake and they are not!