Exam

As much as I revise for love,

I always seem to fail.

Practise papers burn above,

The wind blowing the sails.

There is no formula as such,

Or rules which one must follow,

For one can never predict too much,

Lest they fall into darkness and sorrow.

Read, write and memorise,

Pick out all the facts,

Even though love = lies,

No-one cares about that.

Read over the paper, learn from your mistake.

Not many but one, and that mistake is this:
Fall not in love,

For it is not bliss,

It's lips are ice,

And pain is it's kiss.