The pain in me
I give to thee.
The hurt I feel
I cannot deal.
My heart and soul
Put into a bowl
Can be shattered,
Or squashed like batter.
I see stars above
And it feels like love
But it is not love,
It is a dove.
Flying high in the sky
Waving its wing, goodbye.
A bullet stray
Love goes away
Saying one last goodbye
Love now die.