"Her love is like a swimming pool, wonter comes & it's no use to you. Her love is like a suicide, lose your faith & it takes your life. Her love is like a merry-go-round, spins you in circles the it knocks you down. Her love is like cheap alcohol, morning comes & you don't remember at all. Her love is like a Cheshire cat, at first so friendly but at you it laughs. Her love is like a passionate kiss, at first so sweet then it takes your breath. Her love is like the stars above, your guiding light always leaves you lost. Her love is like Jesus Christ, no matter how much faith you still die on the cross."
Lost Poetry - Nikki Sixx