For everyone,”
Said the hater—
The bitter root
Of a wronged love;
“But,
I won’t
Care less,
If the sun,
Goes cold
on you wretched
soul.
Oh my,
I didn’t mean that”
Said he
With less care.
Oh wicked love,
Why betray an
Infant heart
To archery,
And cupid
The darter?
Why give
So much void
To the soul,
Who thinks he knows,
But knows naught?
“Ah! But forget,
Love’s for e’eryone”
Said she with
A broken smile.
Shattered glass of a soul,
Unbeliever of a once-living
lover,
Now dead to
the darts of
affection and healing.
Broken people
Break people,
Love is a crime,
Heartbreakers
deserve Jail time.
E’eryday we recruit
Souls sold to hate
Fate with love.
And lovers love suicide,
Each day
they die
To live with each
other.
“Ah! But forget,
There’s love for e’eryone.
Maybe I’m not someone”
Said the broken.
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