Like a dying flower
underneath the searing sun
No one can predict the outcome
of a living heart.
A soul was taken
taken from the root of the person
and merely ripped apart
All becuase of a desire that was common.
Everyone can get what they want
but who is it of those who are punished
the ones who recieve the news most severly?
The news of the death of their precious heart?
Although we wanted to live in our love
and the majority of our lives as one
we found out that the punishment
was a severe case of loneliness.
We can't deserve the best
for we have done the worst.
It's a realization that kills the ones
with the hearts
most deserving.