A Real Love.
By lance •
A loveless heart can cry but a little
at the drop of a wilted rose
but a vase to house its loveliness
soon drowns in the cold
passion flames from her hardened shell
as she cleaved her chest as the last
petal fell
her tears a reminder of a love in the past
her lying heart promise would last
i can't stay longer for the days grow so dim
should u need me i'd return on a whim
no longer will u cry for your fears have
become mine
forever our loveless hearts shall be intertwined.