These path
Thou must fare with emptiness inside
With thine frore heart
Her spring of affection towards thou has dried up
Thine love can't quench her heart's thirst
I proclaimed if wishes were horses...
She replied with calmness in those eyes,
"I'd locked them up in the stables"
Thou has fought the wrong war
Reduce the wrong heart
And
Now thou is being overthrown by the same man he was told to be least worried of
Ain't thou purblind?
©Ilma
