My heart was a sick seed
I thought you’d help it blossom
I blinded my trust,
Without doubting your power,
I gave it to you ,
You were its hope,
Your eyes were its home,
All these years
You were its religion,
Until you threw it to hell,
With no mercy,
You watched it burn
Saying you hate seeing it hurt,
Leaving me confused
Half alive on the ground
Where you buried our dead love..
©pygswhisper
When you love blindly....