You are dwelling under an illusion
of what love is, forevermore.
It has not left, it stayed,
it is healing the wounded
It is.
Some people are meant to be together forever,
Regardless of what your poems say.
Don't be another victim
Of the burned bridge of scorn.
Don't **** that which wants to love you.
Listen to the eternal lullaby.
Love never dies,
It just hides sometimes.